More Winter

It was good to be running back in Highlands again - three miles this morning, down our road, with crows and robins out in the fields instead of laughing gulls wheeling overhead.  It was nice and warm, too - 60 degrees - and it seemed as if Spring has already arrived.  Gladys Nix's daffodils were nodding in the light breeze, and when we rounded the curve just before the bridge, all the flowering trees along the Westbrook property were  just beginning to bloom.

But I have lived here long enough not to be deceived by these early harbingers of warm weather.  The "Blizzard of the Century" rolled through Highlands on March 13, 1993, and every local who survived has stories to tell about that blizzard (like the man who was forced to burn his neighbor's split-rail fence for fuel in the fireplace).  The forecast is for snow on Sunday, and for a low of 14 degrees next Tuesday.  Time to measure the level in the fuel oil tank and check out the generator.

I am ready to bury my CWX tights and gloves and toboggan at the bottom of the drawer, but I am afraid that Winter has not yet relinquished its icy grip.