Spring cleaning to me means cleaning up the outside. The inside can wait. It’s been an unrelenting cold and snowy winter here beside Lake Ontario. Today the temperature was 73 degrees. The first time it’s been above 70 since October 13th of 2013. Our old house here is 180 years old. I’m sure it’s seen colder winters than this one but it’s hard to imagine.
We have 2 big Labrador Retrievers who eat a lot and the resulting dog- do tends to accumulate under layers of snow in the back yard. When spring comes it’s an amazing sight and does require a strong stomach to clean up.
I put seeds out for the birds and squirrels and I guess raccoons, too. I found a baby raccoon that had fallen out of the big old tree that’s full of cozy holes for critters. He was a cute, fuzzy little fellow but unfortunately I wasn’t able to save the little critter.
Layers of ice and snow and ice and snow piled up on one of the back roofs. And the icicles were a wonder to behold.
We are a stoic bunch up here but as the winter dragged on it became easier to understand why folks in the far north countries tend to drink a lot. Bars and obscure poetry readings became more popular than usual.
Our saving grace up here was the realization that some regions of the country had it worse than we did. We’re used to snow measured in feet and know that sooner or later those crocuses will show up.
Today the front yard is full of purple crocuses!
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Joan