I’m not a superstitious person by nature but today is April the 7th and I almost gave my chosen word a second thought for fear of jinxing my optimism as well as the long range forecast.
For the last couple days, the mercury has risen above zero and the sun is starting to finally melt the godforsaken snow. I am pleased to report that we hit our expected high of 9C here today (that's a balmy 48F for all of my American friends). So, it's with some serious trepidation, I admit I have some hope.
Hope, that the snow might finally be gone, before May the first!
|Havin' a beer and finally catching some rays!|
TAKEN: April 6th, 2014
Just to prove that I'm not feeding you a line of bull, I snapped my husband's picture around three o'clock yesterday afternoon.
As we finished our weekend chores, we decided to soak up a bit of the sun.
Thanks to a lot of elbow grease, our front deck had been rid of ice and snow since last weekend. I had prepared myself for my husband to rant, telling me the sun would eventually melt it. Then, verbalizing my passionate rebuttal, explaining why I'd finally had enough.
Every year I do the rid the ice exercise (both here and at our cottage) and every year my husband tells me 'I need to get my head examined...' Actually, every year, before this year.
This year, he grabbed a shovel and helped move the large pieces of ice and snow, as I hammered them loose with the back of a splitting ax.
I guess you can say, for the first year ever... He'd FINALLY had enough!