Spring Please

Alicia mentioned that she wasn’t going to build her snow hill in the yard next year.  She's going to take a year off from that. 

“You know, like I took this year off from ice fishing...”  Right. 

Her snow hill is the giant mound of snow that sits next to the driveway where it gets thrown by the snowblower during the driveway clearing process.  She generally uses it as a sled hill throughout the course of the winter. 

Every year, I strive to have that mound of snow completely gone by May 1^st.  It’s always the last bit of snow in the yard.  This year, I’m pretty sure there’s no chance the yard will be snow-free by May. 

It’s very kind of her to offer not to build that hill next year.  But, since it’s her dad that actually dumps all the snow there, she may need to have a staff meeting with her snow crew.

In the meantime, we continue to tolerate the snow in the yard.  And the snow along the roadways, piled so high that you can't see around the berms well enough to detect oncoming traffic.  And the snow weighing down on the roof and slowly melting off through gigantic icicles. 

By this time every year, the snow has long since lost its charm.  The sun shines down from huge skies of pure blue. But it's just a tease.  Stephen begins daydreaming about hacking a tire-width trail in the ice the length of our driveway so he can get his Harley out of the garage.  Alicia attempts to wear sleeveless dresses to school only to be reminded that snowpants and boots are still a necessity for recess.  And they will be till May.

We are dreaming of spring.  Alicia commented the other day that she is hopeful of having at least a couple days this year to ride her new Christmas scooter before the snow returns.  Let's hope!