Saturday, February 27
As the weekend arrives the wether completely changes. The wind drops and the temperature soars. I go for a walk without a cardigan. Everything has started to melt very rapidly.
I look up at the sky and marvel at the blue. As I walk around the neighbour I can hear the regular thuds and thwaps of snow sliding off roofs and hitting the ground.
We will spend some of the day moving snow from here to there. I will clear the terrace. Arguably none of this needs doing since the sun will do it all by itself if we wait a week.
Arguably, on the other hand, it counts as exercise and feels better than sitting indoors..