According to the calendar, Spring has officially arrived. One can see no signs of such in these parts. The recent snow storm was more of the same; the typical plasticine non-bonding snow, of which many inches fell. It has not snowed (vertically) in the past two days, yet the drifts grow, grow, and grow some more.
The storm blew through from the east, but the prevailing winds are now from the west. The result? Drifts now, at least seven feet high in places, including upon Schierl Road. I may attempt a trip down to the Ortega cabin today, to test the roads and visit with a neighbor. Investigation and some snowshoeing is required to ascertain if it is wise to attempt the journey.
Firewood needs to be moved into the house; the temperatures are nearly as cold as at any point over the winter, even though the sun is moving higher into the daily sky. New projects are starting, now that life is adapting to that of an idle man. Itches are starting, ideas are forming, and it is pure luxury, at my age, to get to decide what to do with the rest of my life. Decide what paths to walk, what towers to build, what valleys to visit.
I am curious just how long seven foot high snow drifts will take to diminish.