This is how much snow we have at the front of the house on March the First. If we were back in Sarnia, we would be seeing grass, would have been seeing grass for most of the winter. It's not that it's always that way there, but it has been this winter; our friends have even been out cycling a few times.
Here, near the capital, we are in the same province and more east of Sarnia than north although we are somewhat north — less than two hundred miles though. But what a difference location makes. According to reports, and I believe them, this has been a milder winter than average. On top of that, we've experienced numerous melting rains. Yet we've had enough of a snow base to maintain a total snow cover for more than two months now, and the end is not in sight.
Don't get me wrong. I don't dislike winter, but, come March, I am ready to move on. I'm ready, but the weather man sure isn't.
Oh, and don't worry about poor Cuppa, who appears to be shovelling snow. She's just posing, faking it as it were. I resist further comment.