This was the winter that wouldn't quit. We had snowfalls and blizzards right up until the third week of April.
A few mementos:
"We blew the snow-plowing budget back in the third week of
February. This sh!t's just gonna have to melt."
The parking lot of a shopping center in Bloomington. This was last Thursday,
when the temperature was 70 degrees.
On Sunday afternoon I sat on the deck and knit for the first time this year. It was glorious! Temperature of 75˚, slightly hazy, perfect.
Except for the noisy flock of Canada geese on the lake.
At this stage of late winter the ice at the edge of the ice pack is broken into little pieces. When the wind blows the water ripples,
and the ripples spread right through the edge of the ice pack.
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Later that afternoon we had a brief thunderstorm, just enough that Smokey and I had to run out to put up the top on his convertible. Later I glanced out the window and saw this. Wherever there was ice on the lake, it was obscured by a cloud of fog.
And of course, this.
