The snow is starting to melt, temperatures rising above the freezing point this month, for the first time since late Fall. The snow is starting to form into snowballs when pressed, and the shift in the landscape is becoming noticeable. Wind, however, remains the most prevalent factor, more so than snow. Some ridges get blown bare, whilst others get the migration landing normally, steadily, regularly increasing the snow totals.
My yard is several feet deep in places; the house and out buildings do wonders for the building up of snow drifts. Snow fencing might help, but when the snow blows in many directions, often at once, just where does one place such fencing? Maybe I need a dome like that cheesy Stephen King novel (is that redundant now?). At least it would block the relentless wind.
Much is slowing down, having spent a month now, working for no one, often not even myself. I am settling into my skin, and planning just what might be next. I am in need of a task to occupy the Self, and such triggers are turning on again, now that work is nil. It will sort itself out, the path, however, is not yet determined.