Global weirding it is. Today rain fell, warm rain that beat down some of the last remaining bits of snow.
That's looking out of our back door, over some of the garden plots, and into the forest below the house.
March is when we have drifts of snow. When we expect blizzards on top of it. When we are weary of driving on ice. Not when we get to put on t-shirts and walk outside.
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