I was tempted to take my book out on my front porch, well bundled in blankets, and with my coffee in a thermal cup. Weather underground says it's 7 °F.
That white wicker love seat looks pretty inviting in the morning sun, does it not?
But before I got comfortable, I looked around a bit.
We're starting to see some earth up by the house. I can't wait for my perennials to start showing themselves.
The snow is mostly melted off some grassy areas near the driveway. And you can see a bit of soil in the field south of the church parking lot.
It will be awhile yet, before we can get the van into the detached garage. If you look closely, you can still see the remains of the edge where Todd and others were plowing for us earlier in the winter. Eventually they just gave up, since it drifted back in every night and often during the day, too. We'd go out and not be able to get back in. Or in the morning, the kids racing to school would find the van stuck out there with no easy way to get it out.
I think it will take some time before the mountain of snow from clearing the driveway is gone.
I won't be hanging out clothes just yet. And that baby swing that hangs from the far end of the clothes line, ... Yeah, I know, I don't have any babies, ... but the smaller kids still sometimes like to climb in it while I'm out there working, ... nobody will be swinging today.
We won't be getting any laying hens this week.
But the cat has been enjoying the shelter of the chicken house all winter. Last fall Clara hung a bit of cloth in front of the chicken door. She put the cat house inside, and hung another old blanket around it to shelter it further from the drafts. Talk about luxury. But I think the cat needed it this winter.
The kids learned that the electrical box gives off a certain amount of heat. One of them fell through the snow that had drifted over. They discovered the little cave surrounding it a few weeks ago.
It reminds us to be thankful for electricity and all the other many luxuries that make even such an extreme winter as we've had much easier than those through which generations past had to manage.
After my little tour of the "winter into spring time" yard, I decided it wasn't quite warm enough to have my coffee outside. Even bundled in a couple layers of blanket.