For about ten days now a cousin in Atlanta has been posting daily photos of his patios changing snow scene on Facebook. My niece in Minnesota has also been posting lots of snow shots to let the family here know just how lucky we are not to be there. For several days my e-mail has been full of a variety of cartoons and photos expressing the displeasure of my many friends and family across the country with their snow situation.
This morning I awoke to the delightful warmth of sunshine streaming into every window in my house. A peek at the patio thermometer found a balmy forty degrees. When I went outside to run an errand I heard this huge sound. At first I though it was the sound of the drum line practicing at the high school down the block, then realized it was a symphony coming from the water drops hitting all the gutters and downspouts in the neighborhood at once caused by the melting snow on the roofs.
Later I noticed a group of girls walking home from the high school doing a happy dance outside my kitchen window and shouting with glee because they could see grass for the first time in weeks.
While I am delighted with all of todays promises of better weather the weather bird on my computer tells me that we have a winter mix expected on Tuesday followed by snow showers on Wednesday. So, I am not going to put the snow shovel away just yet.