Now here we are in March. The weather's warm! All of that snow is but a dim memory. Still, lest we forget:
Here's what happened with the second storm. This time the snow was dry and powdery, a pleasure to shovel:
Emily did the smart thing. Bundled up, reading in the flood of light reflected from the snow:
But all that passed and we survived. One night I went to pick up Emily and there was a full moon and the night sky was bright. You could clearly see a jet contrail glowing in the light and if I had a better camera I might be able to show you how lovely it looked. Instead, this'll have to do:
As the weather warms, golf becomes possible and that means Emily's skillz as a golf-cart driver are needed. Time to contemplate the meaning of existence while waiting for the party ahead of us to tee off. The flag behind Emily tells you it was a bit. . . breezy:
We're done with Winter. Oh, it'll try a comeback or two before letting up but, really, what's the point? The earth spins, the planets wheel, and we move on.
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