February is over! Winter is dead!
We’re supposed to get 3-7cm of snow today, and it’s -14°C. Nature does not care about our artificial boundaries or categories, so the lesson you should learn is that you are meaningless and the universe does not align itself to your desires. You can clear that path today, and it will be buried again tomorrow.
All is futility and purposelessness.
Happy March!
Ecclesiastes 1: The words of the Teacher,[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:
2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
fusilier
James 2:24
I thought winter “officially” lasts until the 20th of March (and spring starts on the 21st). You still got three weeks!
hurrah!
I’m free!!
it is not out to get me!!
I can find my path to travel on through this time thing
I can not control anything but myself nor do I have to.
if I turn around I will see that my path is gone though I remember it I can only see where I stand and no further
hurrah!
uncle frogy
Florida is nice this time of year and weird all year long.
Would some pictures from Vancouver Island of daffodils blooming on my front lawn make you feel better?
A few days ago the UK had temperatures 21 degrees Celsius. It was like how our summers used to be. People went to the beach. I washed my car. I walked around town in a t-shirt. Same time last year we were snowed under.
Does 5cm of snow count as ” in like a lion “?
Here in Montana, I feel what you say. The wisdom of the ages is “It is easier and quicker to remove one inch of snow six times than six inches of snow once.” Keep ’em clear edge to edge down to concrete and meditate on the wonders of the different kinds of snow that fall.
Today is the first day of meterological Spring, officially that is. Offer may be void depending on your location…
@Saganite Depends on the groundhog.
@ 8 chigau (違う)
Naw, maybe a lion cub? I tend think that we need 10 or 15 cm to get worked up.
@ PZ
Relax it should be all melted by the end of May.
Yeah, this is definitely reminding me why I am happy to have moved back home to California. I’ll breathe smoke for a couple weeks a year to avoid four consecutive months of having my boogers freeze.
Last winter March was the snowiest month here (Massachusetts, USA). Spring doesn’t really start until April, and it doesn’t get really green till May. I thought it was even later in Minnesota. Still, I agree that shoveling snow feels like a classic labor of Sisyphus. We’re going to get a few inches (about 10 cm) of snow tomorrow, but hopefully it won’t snow as much as it did last March!
Here in Oz summer’s gone, autumn’s here, but it’s still 38°C.
R’lyeh ftangh, ia ia Shub Niggurath!
Man that was hard to get past the auto spell check.
Calendars, schmalendars, the climate beast has been awakened and is thrashing its tail. Expect the unexpected.
Mid 1980s. Northwest Wyoming. First week of March.
A sunny, forty degree (F) day turned bad. By 3pm the temp had dropped by ninety (90!) degrees. Fifty mph winds drove a sudden snowstorm horizontally. Highway whited out.
I’d met some visitors in town at noon. Driving home was very dicey as the visibility dropped to about fifty feet.
Got home at about ten mph. Had to go out and open the hole in the river ice to water the horses. Took thirty minutes. Felt face freezing. Checked thermometer upon getting back to house. Minus 54 degrees.
Next morning guest went to check his pickup. Wouldn’t even turn over. He unloaded a case of wine purchased earlier in his trip. Brought it into the kitchen. Twelve corks sitting four inches above each bottle on columns of solid ice.
By three o’clock that afternoon it was forty degrees again. The next day a foot and a half of new snow had melted. His truck started. We sat on the deck and drank beer in the sun.
Climate is what you expect. Weather is what you get.
I decided that spring was coming. I dropped the bike off for its annual overhaul.
Now where is that spandex?