The header image on the home page of this blog, which switches to a snowy scene from late December until late March, has in no way applied to the winter of 2019-2020. Some believe we’re going to get walloped soon, which has happened in March or early April before. Others are writing about the consequences of a winter that never stayed cold and dropped fewer than four inches of white stuff all season.
Whether you believe a storm may still come or you’ve already counted the winners and losers, you cannot deny this just doesn’t feel right. For what reason did I store the patio furniture away? Why did I bother bringing the snow shovels down from the loft? And if you and I are uncertain, imagine how all the species that rely upon seasonal changes to trigger seasonal actions must feel?
On one hand, I am happy that our waterways have gotten a reprieve from their annual injection of road salt. And I am excited that the daffodils have pushed up to promise the color of spring. But I’m also in the camp that is still hoping for at least one good storm. Because without it, I’m doomed to remain in a admitable state of confusion.