This has been the most consistently pleasant winter that I can remember in the middle Atlantic region of the East coast of the United States of America. Sunny days. 50 degree (F) temperatures, and sometimes 60s. Virtually no snow! Barely a hint of the icky, cold, wet stuff that usually covers the driveway and the walkway and that nobody in this part of the country knows how to drive in. I don't think I've had to brush a single snowflake off my car this entire winter (an occasional ice scraping has been necessary in the morning, but no snow).
We had a snowstorm in October. And it would be funny if we had another snowstorm in April. The season of Winter, however, has less than two weeks to live. I'm almost sorry to see it go. It has been delightful.
I know that I should feel bad. We need snow for the reservoir levels. We're going to have a drought this summer. Right? Shame on me!
And where is my empathy? It was all due to a shift in the jet stream that gave Europe a miserable winter while we were playing tennis in January. I should feel sorry for all those poor Romans who had no boots to get around in the snow.
Finally, all of this is a symptom of an impending ecological catastrophe. Right?
Well, I hope not.
Meanwhile, with blissful ignorance and completely selfish pleasure, I have enjoyed my mild Winter.
[If you actually read this, you'll know to mention the password: BLOONK! - haha]
It's March 9, and the Forsythia bush is starting to bloom!
