It’s been seven days since the final snowfall of Washington’s big blizzard. Last week at this time our front porch looked like:
It also made an amusing pattern on a couple of lone Black Eyed Susan stems:
Fast forward seven days. Yesterday I hiked the woodland trail adjacent to our neighborhood:
The trail mostly has two paths running through it. One (on the left below) is used by cross country skiers—two very narrow very straight parallel lines. And then there’s the foot path (right, below), up to two feet wide of packed snow:
If you venture outside of that, you’re likely to sink up to your knee in snow: (I found the limited width to be quite constraining, wonder if my stride is abnormally splayed.)
There were lots of animal footprints:
No rest for the weary on the benches:
We’re thinking about taking bets on when the last bit of snow will melt. March? April? May?