I feel that snow is slowly melting

I'm melting, I'm melting. Oh, what a world, what a world.

In my head this morning—this specific fab version too.

Little darling
It's been a long, cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun,
and I say, It's all right

Little darling
I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been clear

Yes, it is in fact snowing a bit this morning but the sun’ll come out later and it will reach ALMOST 40 degrees. The snowpack is beginning to lessen, to shrink ever so slightly.  Every intersection, here on the Neck, still sports an eight foot tall citadel of the white stuff, all crusted over in brown car exhaust crud. (yeah, charming) Each side road is still just a car width’s wide lane, flanked by six foot walls of ice and snow.

BUT this will all soon be a nasty ass memory—the worst February that I can recall. Though the coming week's still gonna be frigid, two days of sun has begun the thaw job on the cold, wet mountains. Next week, the first of March, will bring above freezing temps and Mud Season will officially begin.

TAB & Olivia talk Kierkegaard—Individual vs. Crowd

My polka dot Wellies will be here on Wednesday. Not a moment too soon.

Ya know, if I was younger, MUCH younger, I would have been thrilled with this reality shifting, epic snow. I remember tunneling through giant snowbanks (to an eight year old they were giant), creating forts, sledding with the Buechler kids and ice skating on the ponds that would form in the low-lying area within the vast cemetery across the street from our house.

I was eight the year we lived in Townsend Massachusetts—my favoritest place of all the boondocks and burgs I occupied with my folks.

Winter that year was magic.

Meanwhile, ya know what else is magic? Grandkiddles. Oh yes indeedy!

Miles and Bethanie came up with their impossibly wonderful bairn, Olivia. Helen and John will be here in a few weeks with the freakishly awesome Madison and Julianna.

Ya know what Grands are? Happy factories. Yep. That’s what they are alright!