Up here, it ain’t spring until the black flies come.
So, roughly mid April and no one is really surprised: big nasty storm yesterday. Got about four inches of wet snow. Then over night the wind picked up, stripped the trees of any branches that had had the temerity to put out new leaves. And all that snow – it’s slush now. And wow – that’s a LOT of water in the ditches and creek.
The horses, who usually don’t care a whit about weather, are huddling in their shed. Even Carly. The dogs and I were out for about five or six minutes to – ahem – conduct business and they came back soaked and shivering. Towels and food.
So, it’s shaping up to be a regular spring here in the Upper Valley. No telling what we’ll have this week. Sunny and 70, anyone? Well, we won’t plant anything anyway. And you know what we always say: It ain’t spring until the black flies come.