Spring is here and Slush Mountain is melting. Every afternoon when it softens up I shovel it, tossing ice chunks onto the lawn and gardens.
Last winter I could almost walk from my deck onto the summerhouse roof; that whole area was snow and ice. Now the mountain is flat and disappearing fast. The lawn slopes downhill again.
The first crocuses bloomed today, yellow ones. The daffodils are almost there. The maples are blooming. I sat on my deck today, feet bare, sunglasses: grading papers. I walked barefoot on the remains of Slush Mountain.
Last winter I could almost walk from my deck onto the summerhouse roof; that whole area was snow and ice. Now the mountain is flat and disappearing fast. The lawn slopes downhill again.
The first crocuses bloomed today, yellow ones. The daffodils are almost there. The maples are blooming. I sat on my deck today, feet bare, sunglasses: grading papers. I walked barefoot on the remains of Slush Mountain.
