We’ve had more snow this year than in the last ten combined and I think I’m not alone when I cry out, “Enough already!”
The inch plus of snow that fell Wednesday night lingered all day Thursday in the freezing temperatures that persisted. The only exceptions were areas hit by welcoming, warming sunshine creating many “snow shadows” of buildings and trees.
The patches of snow with such sharp delineations prompted me to think about the boundary between winter and spring. When, exactly, does spring arrive? When the farmer begins work in the fields? When the weather’s warm enough to leave the heavy coat at home? I’ve worked on the farm in March and frozen my tuchus off. I’ve walked around in short sleeves in January and marveled at the day.
Where is that boundary and how do we know?