The old saying goes “in like a lion, out like a lamb” but I think winter has it all reversed this year. Mr. Groundhog wasn’t kidding when he said there was more to come. Winter seems to be acting like a fireworks show and setting off its biggest and bestest for the very end.
I do love the snow. I love watching it fall. I love the soft sound of snowflakes finding their resting spot on a quiet night. I love how a snowy night is so bright even without the moon. Sledding. Snow cream. Snow days.
We arrived at our yurt site and there was a good few inches of snow from a snowfall earlier int he week. When I made these reservations at the first of the year, I never expected my south Arkansas college town would be blanketed in snow and ice at the end of February.
But it’s March now.
I’m ready to start my garden. I have a few seedlings in the kitchen staying warm by the coffee pot and my new cold frames need to be finished and readied for some early greens. Spring is coming and I know summer will be here before we know it and we will lament the warm temperatures and dream of snow. But to everything there is a season and its time for Winter to go home.