March 6, Sunday. There is a bit of rain in the forecast. It’s going to be windy, about 50 degrees, cloudy, with rain in the afternoon. So Penelope starts her watch (for rains):
I go into the backyard, to do some first-hand meteorology.
It looks like rain.
And it’s so warm that I think to myself, “Somebody better get out there and photograph the last signs of Winter before they’re all gone.”
I look around.
I guess that somebody is me.
So I take a walk into the neighborhood known as The Heights.
I’m looking for the Last Signs of Winter.
It’s not pretty. Those last bits of Winter are not pretty.
But this has to be the saddest bit of left-over Winter on Long Island:
All the sadder because this Last Sign of Winter actually has its own sign:
But, as usual, I needn’t have wandered so far from home because all the information that I need about life (or the melancholy Last Signs of Winter) is right in my own backyard:
This (see above) is all that remains of this:
That’s nature’s ice-box, right there, about four feet of heavenly freeze, the best champagne-cooler I ever had. And I am oh, so sorry to see it go.
Loose a snow bank, gain a step-child: The feral cat that I call Bibs is healing nicely and I’ve let him loose again. I will miss his twice-daily crappings in his bed linens while he recuperated in my kitchen but like the seasons, there is a time for house-guest cats to mosey on.
I’m glad that he seems, for the time being, to be happy to hang out in the backyard.
He’s even gone so far as to face the family of cats who had first dibs on the realm…
…and apply for membership into the clan.
(Decision is pending.)
Me, meanwhile, I am thinking how much I dislike Spring. It’s my least favorite season and here it comes, no stopping it now, trying to horn in on our Winter bliss, trying to make us believe that it’s time to give up all this icy beaty and purity:
for some crummy signs of Spring:
As we used to say in 1974:
For the record, this is how Winter went away at my house:
And then it was all gone.
Happy #@**!+ Spring, everyone.