spring, we are ready for you

February When skies are low and days are dark and frost bites like a hungry shark, when mufflers muffle  ears and nose, and puffy sparrows huddle close-- how nice to know that February is something purely temporary.                         --N.M. Bodecker

The trail that Fr. G and I normally walk on has been covered for the last month, and we are missing our walking dates by the reservoir.  When I drive past the water there, the sun (when it deigns to shine) flashes on a white expanse of snow and ice.  Ferry service has been suspended on the Hudson.  Roads are narrower from all the plowed piles.  In the grocery store parking lot, covered ten feet of snow, a back hoe was loading the snow into a machine to melt it.  I'd never seen that before.  We are ready for a little green, and I'd even welcome the dead brown grass just now!  I do like February, truly.  I am using the indoor time to clear out closets and purge, little by little.  Mercifully we still have power, unlike so many in other parts of our country.  May their power return soon.