While I was slaving away over a computer this morning, Gina was hitting the ski trails. She kindly called to report: "The trails are perfect. It's like the middle of winter."
I'm happy for her.
And I'll be happy for me too once I get the skis on the trails again. I'll admit, I was ready for spring. I was enjoying all the sunshine and temperatures in the 40s and even into the 50s. I liked it when I saw city workers clearing bike paths and cleaning streets. I had mentally moved into spring.
Now I've had to backtrack. As the attached photo shows, it'll be awhile before spring arrives in our yard. In less than a week, we've got at least 20 inches of snow at our house. The dog's not happy. The cat's not happy. Their yard has been reduced to a couple of snow-shoveled trails from the back door out 20 yards or so.
While the big dump of snow has been a bit distressing, a late-arriving spring isn’t that out of the ordinary. I was reviewing some posts on the blog and I noticed this one from right after I started it back in 2006. It's dated from April 25, and it's about snow and cold and people complaining.
See, it's pretty much normal for Alaska's spring to show up late. And it's pretty much normal for Alaskans to complain about it.
Spring will get here; it always does.