I hope things are going better where you are, because here the weather has been almost sinfully pleasant. By the last week in February I’m generally so sick of winter I make a game of noting when the sunlight first hits the ridgetop in the morning, and when it leaves it in the evening.
And I’m taking the picture in a T-shirt. Haven’t lit the stove in the evening since I don’t remember when. I’m thinking of emptying the chainsaw’s fuel for the season, but that’s probably tempting Uncle Murphy too much. Still, I went out to split kindling this evening, looked in the woodshed, and there’s still damn near half a cord of wood in there. I do believe this has been the mildest winter I’ve spent in the desert. Keep waiting for the shoe to drop, and now I’m starting to wonder if it will.
A couple of weeks ago an old-timer told me a wet Monsoon always means a dry winter. Don’t know if that’s really true. But as phenomenally wet as last summer was, I was expecting a really snowy winter and we hardly got any.