It was 28° when Charlie and I left to walk this morning. It is nice to see sub-freezing, even if just barely sub-freezing. Doesn't look like the forecast is giving me much hope, either. One low of 32° in the next couple of days, then all above freezing for the next week and a half. With rain forecast for a week from today. I know that a forecast a week out is pretty meaningless, but it is disappointing to see rain instead of snow in March.
That reminds me of when we moved to Colorado. Delkys and I were on a house-hunting trip about this time of the month, and it got up to 90° one day. We were coming from Southern California, where Spring was a distant memory, so I didn't think much about it. My first day of work was the 20th or thereabouts. As I sat in orientation I looked out the window at the big fluffy flakes of snow falling, and thought "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas any more." Then I enjoyed snow for the novelty of it, now I'm addicted to cold and snow. What a difference 20 years can make.
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