The sun is out, the birds are chirping, and the snow is puddling.
Yes, puddling. It seems that the little snow we have gotten here in Fraser this winter is melting and slushing and dripping and puddling and flowing away. We spent the weekend in Steamboat, under the sun, sweating, peeling off layers and skiing through mashed potato snow.
With temperatures in the 40’s this entire week (GASP!), there is talk of bike riding instead of skiing. Where 15 foot snow piles usually tower, there is nothing now. Where ice and snow usually hang out on trails for 7 months, there is nothing now.
People seem grumpy and worried; much of our economy here in Grand County depends on mother nature and whether or not she decides to dump snow on us.
Other people seem happy, but leery: “If the snow’s not here now, it will be snowing in June.”
My brain is fooled; it seems like Spring, like school should be ending soon with this type of weather.
It’s looking like 4-5 months of mud season here in Fraser, which makes me want to: a) sit in the afternoon sunshine on my deck and drink beer and b) pout just a little about the fact that, despite the springy/summery weather, we will not be getting out of school 4-5 months early 🙂
For now, I suppose it’s time to employ some of my mud-season survival tactics until the snow decides to come or summer rolls around, and time to remember this great quote that I recently saw on a tea bag:
“Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit; and resign yourself to the influences of each.”
-Henry David Thoreau