Neighbors along the Lake Ontario shore woke this morning to another blanket of snow, and another night of single-digit and below zero lows is forecast across the region tonight. Area residents of a certain age -- my 83-year-old mother among them -- haven't ventured outside in weeks. The rest of us wish we hadn't had to!
But, I must admit, when the sun is bright over glistening new-fallen snow, I do enjoy basking in its glow. This winter, though, those days are accompanied at best by highs in the teens.
Part of me envies those fleeing to warmer climes next week. Kevin and I will remain here in Geneva, slogging through these final weeks of winter.
I suspect we will have plenty to do: Shoveling snow and fetching wood will be high on our to-do lists.
By March 1, I can set up the germination table and sow the first seeds -- celeriac and marigolds, then herbs and companion plants. That will help the days pass.
There's only 37 of them.