Winter Is Starting to Pack its Bags

When it happens, it happens quickly. When I walked to the mailbox, it dawned on me that there was no snow on either the street or sidewalk, and the banks between the sidewalk and road were simply gone. While there remained an abundant pile in our front yard, it was beginning to lower and pull back from the edges, exposing ground, particularly on the south-facing sides. Our back, our yard was 3/4 clear, and there was very little snow on the soccer field on the other side of the road. 

That was on Monday and Tuesday. This morning, we are on the edge of an ice storm. It may or may not hit here, or not much or maybe a lot, according to your forecast of choice. At least we can appreciate that winter is beginning to lose the war and is simply fighting rearguard battles. Jonathan can enjoy what could possibly be his last snow day of the year. We usually get some late storms, however, so you never know.

Winter is, indeed, starting to pack its bags, but there remain clothes strewn about, and the toothpaste still occupies its place by the bathroom sink.

As winter draws closer to the end, I have a few photos that I have, somehow, missed posting.

For some reason, snow machines intrigue me. The first is a snow removal truck crossing the little bridge. It seems that we can't walk along this bridge without two or three trucks going by.

That abandoned factory by the back bridge. I liked the snow on the branches on this day.

We only saw the trumpeter swans in the distance this year, but I have this photo from a previous year.

This isn't really a winter photo, but it's Sue's photo of me in the recent fog, but I like it and want to share it, and there is snow in the background.

And there is also a wee bit of snow on the roof by the older, languishing clock tower. The clock tower on town hall is still functional, but this relic requires some TLC.