Here in the land of ostensibly severe winters, we’ve been having highs in the 50s and 60s. Forsythias and cherries are blooming in places, frogs are out of hibernation, and the birds are singing the songs of breeding season. I’ve been wishing for some real winter weather, i.e., a snowstorm or two, but by now I’m a bit worried. If we suddenly got winter now, I would expect lots of things to die. So here’s hoping that winter comes gradually over the next month or so. And if I can’t survive without snow that long, perhaps I’ll have to fly out to Colorado.
-Sydney
Alan Schmierer