Marching on

We drilled holes into trees yesterday evening.  The sap is running.

Winter, however, is far from over.  Even hardened New Englanders like my mother are longing for bare ground, and the archivists all claim that this is the most snow we've gotten in nigh unto 100 years.  Roofs are collapsing everywhere , though admittedly most of these roofs are on top of "box stores" which take the word "box" seriously but don't take into account their actual location, which calls for more of a "house" shaped roof.  All these warnings have caused a minor roof race, with less than stellar results and often causing other problems .

It's all very amusing.

Except that I am getting tired of trying to get out of my driveway, and after that is accomplished, following my fellow commuters down increasingly snowed in roads, a majority of the time through some sort of precipitation.  Today's flavor will be rain, followed by an entree of ice.

March has certainly blown in.