Spring landed a few days ago, and
everyone seemed delighted as
the winter had been a long season,
cold, with plenty of snow. We were
ready for a break. A little warm
weather came, and a lot of the white
precipitation vanished. The roads
were clear and traveling was easy.
Then Saturday, nature took a turn
and dropped eight inches of white
delight upon us. The moaners and
groaners were moaning and groaning.
Will this stuff ever come to an end?
The day rolled on and soon there
were ten inches of fresh snow on
the ground. The Old Farmer’s Almanac
had promised an early spring. Just
because they are old doesn’t mean
they are always going to be correct
and obviously, they were no longer
reliable for this year. The snowplow
man was possibly tired but the way
he kept ringing up sales refreshed
him. In seven weeks it will be mother’s
day and the hummingbirds will be looking
for their nourishment. They are territorial
and fight away any intruders. The deer
are the same way. There is enough food
but they keep trying to keep it all for
themselves. I wonder if they learned
from us or did we learn from them?
It has a touch of lunacy, but as we look
around the globe, we can surmise
the worst and only hope that we
will improve as we move along.
Stanski
March 26, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 