By my clock, I have just a little more than five hours left in this Iowa February. As should be clear from my ongoing whining, I will not miss it. Farewell, February, and don’t let the door of the snowplow hit you in the bazoom on the way out.
That being said, even with last night’s snow bombs falling outside my front door, and with my car getting stuck on a side street this morning, and with my boots starting to give way on that whole waterproof thing, I found myself hopeful on my drive home from work.
First of all, it’s light out when I go home. Actually light. As in, the sun didn’t set 15 minutes before the end of the work day. And the sunset light tonight was just about magic: casting a tangerine glow over the fresh snow from yesterday.
Second of all, it was warm enough today that a surprising amount of snow melted. In fact, even though the pile of snow in my front yard is still up to my shoulder, the very edge of the grass was visible by the time I got home.
Grass. Visible. Muddy grass, for sure, but grass nonetheless. Good riddance, February. I know March brings its own messy weather portfolio, but I’m ready to trade one for the other, particularly since it gets me that much closer to planting again.