Yesterday, spring was in the air and maybe elsewhere, including our north field shown here. Maybe it’s my run-away imagination triggered by my overactive optimism gland, but I’m seeing slight hints of green in the khaki-colored fields here. Soon, green shoots and wildflower buds clearly will be spreading on the field and painted turtles will be rising in the pond.
But first, weather tellers say, we, the green shoots, buds, and turtles are going to have to delay our plans and endure a blizzard at midweek that could deposit more than a foot of snow on that field (and our driveway). Old Man Winter has had no shame since he contracted Climate Change. (Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on April 1, 2024.)