Are you as sick of winter as I am?
In late January, seeing grass in my yard except for little spots of snow left next to the end of my driveway, I jokingly suggesting that I should get that lawn mower blade sharpened soon.
Since then, I’ve been wearing out my Chota hiking boots by wearing them not only on morning walks but to work.
What a difference a month makes. I love my dependable little Toro CCR 2000 Snowthrower, but come on! I can usually gauge how bad the winter has been by whether I go through a gallon of gas/oil mixture in a season. Judging from the forecast for tonight and tomorrow, I’d better stop and get more gas in that now-empty tank.
When pup Molly and I stepped out at dawn this morning, pink sky greeted us to the east. “Pink sky in morning, sailors take warning.” OK, so there aren’t any sailors around this part of Wisconsin this time of year, unless you count ice boaters on Geneva Lake. Plenty of motorists, however, should take warning from this forecast. It might pack the biggest wallop we’ve had here in Rock County all season.
On Feb. 2, the groundhog in Sun Prairie suggested we’d have an early spring instead of six more weeks of winter. Well, here we are, more than four weeks later, and the forecast for today and tonight isn’t springlike. That prediction reminds me that one of the forecasters at a Madison TV station was predicting a couple of days before last week’s snow that we would get less than two inches here. Then, a couple of days ago, another one suggested we might avoid the brunt of the storm that’s to start later today. Now, they’re talking like we’ll get anywhere from 5 to 10 inches.
I’m tired of driving on slick roads, slogging through snow that homeowners fail to shovel promptly if at all, and slipping and sliding on icy sidewalks.
I don’t ice fish or ice skate. I don’t snowmobile, and I haven’t had the time or inclination to strap on my old cross-country skis for a couple of years.
I hear the birds singing each morning. In his column in Sunday’s Gazette, D.S. Pledger detailed the signs of spring—the first birds to arrive back in our neck of the world and the first budding plants.
I doubt we’ll be enjoying any of that come tomorrow.
I’m sick of this weather. I’m ready for spring. Aren’t you?