One word in the forecast
Tight now, some are enjoying the ski season, locally. Incredibly brief. And all it takes to strike a chill into their hearts is a single word in the forecasts. Rain. I have to assume that wet means bad, and that the easy glide through the fields will change to a slide. Not to forget that rain generally means that we are going to lose the snow cover, and hearth will be forced to turn to other sports.
Elsewhere winter lasts for a long time, but the ski season, for flat landers is a thing of dreams. Short dreams. There will also be snowshoes, and sleds, but the ski seems to make life better. I do not speak from personal experience. Did my drills in school on how to apply wax, but never got the fever that goes with the dream. Oh well.
For me, a forecast of rain means that I will be listening for the sump pump. Yes, it is automatic, but I have these visions of water in a thin layer through the basement. Bad karma. An indoor swimming pool is great, once you plan your facility. Spring runoff, not so much. And with the rain, we will also get the dreaded mud season for the land around me is perfectly suited to making mod pies. You can shovel snow, but mud requires a whole new technique, and a much better set of back muscles that I happen to have on hand. Actually, I want to go straight into summer, if the option is presented. The beach. New leaves. Real life.
We shall see. No rain, yet. Still can wait to bring out our Big Green Machine.
