|This past Thursday|
It doesn't help the city plowed the roads down to the mud. They pushed the snow off to the sides making 15 foot tall mounds that kids are playing on. The kids find these mounds almost hypnotic in that they cannot leave them alone.
The latest guess is that by early next week, the ice on the lake will be gone, the roads will all be mud, and the people who fancy themselves extreme athletes will be gunning their snow machines across the water in the hopes they can make it all the way without finding them selves neck deep in water.
You read that right. Once the lake melts, friends and I will stand on the front porch and place bets on which person will make it all the way across and which one will have to be pulled out. Its fun to watch them try to skip their machines across. I'm not sure who holds the record for the most times of sinking in one day.
Years ago, I had a friend who as soon as they felt spring had arrived, they sat out on the front porch on a chair and enjoyed a hot cup of tea. It didn't matter the temperature was below zero. It didn't matter the wind was blowing enough to cut through your coat and make you feel as if you were a walking Popsicle. She didn't care. To her, spring meant it was time to be outside, enjoying the "warm" weather. When I need to enjoy spring, I put a gardening DVD on and watch it.