Lent. If we're in the penitential season, that means Easter is coming!
The daylight hours. They're lengthening. It will only get better when the clocks go forward next weekend.
The thermometer at the Lodge. It reads 53 degrees today. Heavy melting. The world outside smells damp. Rain expected. (Snow expected too, maybe 4 inches on Sunday!)
Frost heaves. Driving to the hairdresser and back, I had a very bumpy ride! It's definitely a sign of thawing.
Haircut. I had my hair chopped short. Partly I credit the seasonal shift but mostly it's because I confront a birthday and hope the new 'do makes me look more youthful than my actual age-to-be.
Troop withdrawals. Nothing to do with seaons, but definitely a cause for hope in a time of mostly bad news. At the hair salon the tv was tuned to the President's announcement, and everyone was paying close attention.
Maple trees. Already there are news reports about the coming sugaring season.
Chipmunk. While standing at the kitchen sink, I saw this:
I'm trying not to be too impatient...still a lot of winter left--including possible mid-week birthday snow. But from now on, it's going to be a different sort of winter, tempered by a constant awareness of change.
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