What a difference a day makes. Yesterday, I was heralding the first sign of spring -- crocus shoots. Today ...
It rained most of the day -- nasty, cold, just short of freezing rain. Then, late in the afternoon, the rain turned to snow, and it kept coming down. There were four inches of heavy, wet snow on the ground before it was finished.
Here's my arbor. It was covered in yellow climbing roses until mid-October.
And here are my bird feeders:
I did my shoveling after dark. (I'm home from work this evening because I had to do something for my mother that lasted into the evening.) But it's done, and I'm not totally wiped out -- surprising because I only got out of the hospital a week and a day ago. But I am on the mend and my energy is coming back. We had a very light snow a couple of days before I went into the hospital, and I thought I was totally exhausted after I shoveled it -- and it was nothing compared to this.
I'm going to take that as a good sign for my recovery.