Bleak and Bleaker: When will this winter end?
Damn the groundhog. It’s snowing, AGAIN here in western Massachusetts. I have not seen the sun shine in what feels like months. My least favorite color is officially grey–because I am submerged in grey. And now I’m in white–all white, all the time. I want green and blue and red and yellow and life again. I want spring!
I know I’m not the only one feeling this way. There is a universal grumpiness that has descended upon just about everyone I know.
But today I saw my first Robin of the year. Yes, I nearly killed it with my truck because it darted in front of me while I was driving home from a late breakfast at Cafe Esselon in Hadley with my son. But it’s unmistakable red breast stood out against the grey.
So I know it’s coming…..my thaw. Mud season will be here soon, which will make mountain biking extra interesting. So I’m still waiting, aching for sunshine and temps over 45. It’s not too much to ask, is it? –Karen
PS–I did see one soul on his bike while on RT 47 on my way to breakfast, before the first flakes started to fall. And no, it wasn’t Heather–she’s getting her sunshine via the Caribbean right now–she’ll be back to this depressing weather soon enough…