Sad To See The Snow Go?
February has turned out to be quite a warm month, with temperatures approaching the 60s by this Friday. Our average high at this time of the year is 29 degrees Fahrenheit and the average low is 8 degrees above zero, and we normally get about 8 inches of snow. We haven't received anything even near that, and the little snow that we did have is quickly disappearing.
This whole winter has been a little lackluster. I think I've only had to pull my snowblower out of the garage a couple of times this year, and my new shovel still has a nice clean edge on it. I remarked to my wife the other day that this winter wasn't a good one to have purchased a new snowmobile unless you were willing to haul it up north every weekend. Who could afford that?
As much as I'm glad to see winter giving us an early taste of spring, there is a downside. Here are my top five reasons I'm a little sad to see winter go:
We have a gravel parking lot behind the radio station. The alleyway that runs between our building and the neighboring building runs downhill toward that parking lot, so all the water from the melting snow runs into it, making it a rutted up muddy mess.
It's a good time to clean all that winter salt and dirt off my vehicle, but I'm not the only one thinking that. I just don't have the patience to wait in those long lines at the car wash.
All the stuff people have been throwing on the ground is now visible to the world. Why can't they just keep a shopping bag in their car and put their garbage in that? When they get home they can throw it away in their trash can.
When my wife and I go for a walk it's too warm to wear my winter coat but too cool and/or windy to wear my spring jacket. And I don't want to layer because I don't want to carry anything, I'll already have a bag slowly filling up with garbage that I've picked up. Decisions, decisions...
My backyard, which I affectionately refer to as the poop slurry, is filled with the remnants of a winter-long effort by my daughter's dogs to cover every square inch of property they could reach with their tiny dog turds. This makes getting out to my bird feeders interesting.