Yesterday was filled with errands, some writing, cleaning the house, laundry and cooking. So it wasn’t surprising that I didn’t look at the weather forecast for the next few days. Then, after watching the Olympics for a bit last night, I almost fell out of bed when I heard that we might get 3-6 inches of snow before morning.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am a Vermonter through and through. I love the four distinct seasons in Vermont. I love the cold and snow of winter, I really do. I hate ice, but I do love snow. But enough already!
Just before the alarm went off this morning, I heard the very distinctive sound of the town plow going down our dirt road. And I knew then that we had enough snow that we were going to need to plow and shovel today. With a grumble, I got out of bed and looked out the window, and yes, we had more than 4 inches of fresh snow.
Having looked at the forecast for the week, rain and warmer temperatures are expected. It may even get to 60 degrees on Wednesday. So I know the snow will melt quickly, plunging us into the dreaded mud season. Then, the temperature will drop again, everything will free, and we will do it all over again.
But, even with my grumbling this morning, it was gorgeous outside. Here is a picture of our old apple tree as I walked the dog before breakfast.
So now we have finished plowing and shoveling, and we can sit and admire the beauty.