It has been one of the coldest, and certainly, the longest, winters that I can remember.
And I have been around for a few.
We have had some late season storms, but they usually came and went quickly.
They have never hung on as this winter has.
But there is hope.
The edges of the lake are beginning to melt.
The robins have been here for weeks now even though the poor things still have no grass to forage in around here.
It may only be a short spring - one month instead of three.
But I know it will be the most appreciated one in years.
Especially by two people here in New England.