A Soggy Day

A couple of weeks ago, I felt some momentarily unidentifiable objects hitting me as I crossed a parking lot, and felt a small shock of recognition: It was rain. I'd almost forgotten that precipitation came in non-blizzard form.

Since then I'm all up to speed on that, though—it poured yesterday and it's raining steadily again today too. But what the hey—spring is about a week away astronomically speaking, it's officially Daylight Savings Time already, the snowdrops and other early perennials are coming out. Here and there a few smears of snow still stand, remnants of the mighty piles the plows built last month. They're forlorn holdouts now, like those solitary Japanese soldiers they would find on various Pacific islands into the Seventies, unaware, or unwilling to admit, that the war was over.

That's pretty much the situation with the seasons—we could have a major snowstorm any day, but winter is effectively done. I'm glad we had the storms, they were fun, actually, but I'm ready for it to be spring for real and I bet I'm not alone in that. Maybe I'll get outside more and find something to blog about besides the weather.