I’m aware, of course, that it’s still technically winter, so I wasn’t too surprised that yesterday was cold and gray, and wasn’t even too surprised to see some sort of unpleasant slushy-half snow dropping from the sky. St. Pat’s day is kind of a big holiday in my family, so I was hoping for a nicer day, but being mid-March, you can’t exactly count on it.
Kind of pretty, kind of just yukky and muddy. I don’t know that the temperature ever dropped much below freezing, and by the time I stepped outside this morning, the ground was a soupy mess of melting snow and mud. I was definitely thankful for those dealing with the cows or chickens or other essential outdoor jobs this morning, and even more thankful today was not my day to split wood or take care of the chickens.
I had a couple of tasks to take care of down in the courtyard. On the way home, I took the ‘scenic route’ around the pond, enjoying the aesthetics of a wintry landscape that (with any luck) we won’t be experiencing again for quite a few months.