A sign of spring that you can trust
Checking the calendar for spring can be misleading. Similarly, using the ground cover (right now, uniformly white) isn’t enough. I am going to go with a different clueset. In bringing the grocieries from the car, the load also contained a pair of skis. Flatlander, not hilly. But moving the skis from the trunk to the garage is a polite way to announce that conditions are seriously degrading. Unless we have another snow storm, with cold air following, this winter is toast. There, you heard it here, first.
The snowshoe season is tightly linked. As we get into those moments of melt, the odds of sinking deep (even with the nest of hi-tech footware) gives pause. Should we try it, one more time?
Locally, we’ll soon be into mud time. If you decide to drive down a picturesque country lane, prepare to walk back out when you bury the car. Not me, personally, but I’ve heard tales. Not everyone keeps a tractor on standby. Can you go without transportation until things dry up?
Did I mention the sudden uptick in fuel prices (blame it on a war, a half a world away). One columnist gave a hint: it will get worse before it gets better. Fill your tank while you can. I don’t pay much attention to what it costs to fill the tank. When you bought your big old truck, you knew this could happen. Right? Maybe you don’t need to go “there” right now. Perhaps you can make your trip count for several ticks on the to-do list. And that free delivery from Amazon will come back to haunt you. TANSTAAFL. Look it up; it still is true. I’d like to travel, but those fuel surcharge are going to be a factor, on the boats at least.
My stay-at-home lifestyle looks better and better. Send me a postcard, if the outside world seems wonderful. I need to be convinced, again.
