Death of a Snowman

First blizzards, then rain, then sun…. a week later we get this. The last, bitter moments of life for a snowman. The neighbors who were sure we couldn’t have Spring by the end of the month must be surprised.

We didn’t have all that much flooding from the snow melt. Of course, there’s still plenty of time for it as the water from the back country hasn’t yet made it’s way down to the valleys. When it does, those folks who built on the flood plane by the river will probably be complaining again. Things like that used to be a problem every century or so. Now it’s every few years.

I’m looking forward to some green grass. And maybe a month later we’ll get some green trees to go with it. In the meanwhile, as long as Mr. Snowman’s remains linger, it’s still Winter.