The hard freeze and the repeated onslaughts of snow seem to have stopped. Last year we had snow all the way to the end of March, so it is possible that we haven’t seen the back of winter yet. But for now I am enjoying the outbreak of warm weather. Around the neighborhood the piles of snow have been gradually shrinking. When you walk on them they feel crunchy like the ice in a Slurpee instead of hard and slippery.
Nevertheless I did catch myself feeling a tiny bit wistful. I know that the magical landscape of winter will soon start to feel like it happened in some distant past. Then the battle with the grass and the weeds will begin. In fact when I was walking in the backyard just this evening I saw bits of unwelcome greenery poking its head here and there in the dry yellow expanse of grass.
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