Spring is coming. Spring is coming. Spring is coming. I am standing on one leg, turning slowly in circles with my hands on my head chanting. I keep hoping that if I do a ritual like this it will really come true.
This past week after we dug out from a lovely storm that dumped about 7 inches on our area I drove into town and laughed at the state of affairs of many of the mailboxes along one road in particular. Our mailbox (knock on wood) has stayed intact this winter so far. That has not been the case in previous winters and even when we bought the house it was inside the garage which makes me think it feel victim to Mr. Snowplow.
On my trek into town that day I could not take pictures but a couple of days later the dear hubby assisted me and I got a couple of shots. Several were flat out on the snow–totally topped off their posts but their owners had removed them until the spring thaw most likely. I was disappointed that I did not get more pictures but most folks have given up with the snowplow battle on that route I think.
We have another snowstorm coming today and I am wondering if more boxes will fall tonight. No doubt they will but you know what? If I drove one of those plows I bet I would knock off a few of my own. Can’t be an easy job and I am just glad that they do it and keep things clear.
If you don’t hear from me for a couple of days you will know why……….standing on one leg, turning slowly in circles with my hands on my head chanting “spring is coming spring is coming spring is coming”.