Last night the clouds belched forth what I hope will be the last snowfall of the winter. It's very pretty, and, in my opinion, tolerable, since the calendar tells me that spring has got to come one of these days. There are some visible signs of spring...Mr. & Mrs. Mallard are back and they've been hanging around Morey & Ann's cedar tree in their front yard. Last year they (or another set of mallards) roosted under that tree right next to their front porch, but Mrs. Mallard abandoned her eggs and they never hatched (or she abandoned them because they would never hatch?).
Oh well, we'll put up with it a little longer...do we have a choice?