When in drought...

...turn to the gulf.
Last week, as our biggest blizzard of the last several years was raging outside, I was on the phone with my summer neighbor, Norma. I mentioned that the storm system that brought the snow was from the gulf. She said, "So you're blaming this on us?" as she is from Florida. "No," I replied. "This has given me a great title for my blog!" Though I promised the last time that I wrote that it was my final shout out to winter, I was wrong. Mother Nature had other thoughts about that.
On Thursday, we got about two inches. By Friday, we had more, so much more. Greg went out plowing, but mostly ended up getting stuck and having to shovel. I spent some time scraping snow off the roof of the tent, so that it wouldn't collapse. I slogged through heaps that were up to my knees, to go check on cabins. And the whole time, I would alternately laugh or shake my head. April? Eighteen inches of snow? What happened to our usual mud season?
By Saturday, the sky had cleared and the thermometer climbed to thirty. The roofs were dripping as the melting began again in earnest. And Greg was still plowing. At one point, he said that he was literally up to his mirrors in snow. He had to use his skid steer loader and snow bucket in some places, as it was too much for the truck to handle.
I think that I have learned my lesson. No more "this is the last..." declarations. In fact, I still plan to post more snow pictures. Do you think that might finally bring spring our way? I hope so!