The snow returns
Back to snow
Phil the Groundhog was clearly on to something. We had considerable warmth the day he predicted six more weeks of winter, but no sooner had we joked about the rodent's prognostication skills than the temperature dropped and the misty rain turned to heavy wet snow. By late afternoon, we had about two inches of mostly white on the streets and coating every branch. The pond surface proper, because the thaw had turned the top layer of ice to water, was now slush. It was sloppy going outside, but I went for a walk anyway and stopped by one of my favorite winter spots to record the latest view down the length of the millpond. Hard to believe that this gray perspective is actually a color image. Almost all the color had fled the storm.