It’s been quite the winter here in Maine. The snowbanks on either side of the driveway are over 5 feet high. As I sit here and write, I can’t look out . The snow that slid off the roof is up to mid-window. Snowshoeing has been great. Spirit, our husky loves it. Twice a day I take her out for a walks, usually 2-3 miles at a time. The rest of the day she sits on a 7 foot pile of snow, just to keep an eye on things. On cold and windy days she comes into the shop and relaxes in the shavings, begs for treats and then wants back out.
It’s now the first of March, but not a hint of spring. We still have to shovel paths to the wood shed, the garden shed and a canyon between the house and shop so the propane man and the meter reader can get through. Twice this year I’ve been on the roof to shovel off excess weight. Looking forward to a little melting. I know there are snowdrops and early daffodils under there somewhere. Mud season doesn’t sound so bad right now. C. H. Becksvoort © 2011