Winter, Departing?

Saturday the 14th of March 2015

I awakened this morning to the patter of rain upon the window. Well, that didn't wake me, it was Sasha poking me in the face with her paw. She was suggesting that I had, perhaps, lain abed long enough and perchance I could see my way clear to feeding the feline staff here at Chez Sarge. Only after mumbling my acceptance of this task did I notice that it was indeed, raining.

After feeding the kitties I looked outside at the gray, dreary day set before me.

And went back to bed.

Yes, I am afflicted with a bad case of sloth lately. One might blame the jet lag or perhaps it's simply my own lazy self to blame.

It's both actually.

Awakening at 0700 and seeing that it's light outside (after a fashion) I still have this little internal voice telling me, "it's only 0400 in California."

Yes, it is. However, I am not in California at the moment. Therefore I must needs be conform to the time zone I am currently occupying.

So I do. After a fashion.

Now a fellow might be excused for thinking that winter is over. Or nearly so. It has been forty or better since my return from warmer climes and the snow which has burdened the landscape for so long is slowly diminishing.

I can see nearly all of my little table!

The Missus Herself had expressed a desire to have all of "that white stuff" gone before her return to Little Rhody. It appears to me that she may get her wish.

Though there are rumblings over at the home of the weather guessers (TWC) of snow tomorrow and a return to colder weather next weekend. Which is, coincidentally, the first weekend of spring. The Vernal Equinox arrives on Friday, the 20th of March.

Will I be in trouble if the snow isn't all gone when the love of my life returns to the manse?

Stay tuned.

The flash going off in the dark and the wet gives this photo a weird aspect.
That big light in the parking lot next door intensifies the weirdness.

As the snow melts, the air becomes saturated and
gives us this misty, haunted look.