It started off well. Melting snow gave way to lawn, melting shore ice gave way to sand. The air was filled with birdsong and the sounds of moving water. Winter, declared dead last week, was still dead.
There was also some sun, warm, and fog.
It started while we were collecting buckets of sap. A light snow rapidly changed into heavy snow. The wet, heavy nature of the white had it clumping together as is fell. It was like millions of medium sized snowballs pelting the area. The third Horseman of the Snowpocalypse was upon us. Welcome to the icy horror of Zombie Winter!
After the first day of big flakes, the next two held on and off flurries. By the time Zombie Winter shuffled back to the grave, the paths to the sugarbush had an early March feel.
While the lake and surrounding watershed were covered in a blanket of white through the weekend, it feels like Spring. It's not so cold (especially when the sun is out), paved roads are ice free, and the sugarmen are planning to pull taps soon. The main remaining Winter residue is the lake ice and there's a pair of wet socks that imply that it may be gone sooner than we all think.
-Nemo's pulling in the welcome mat for Snowpocalyptic Horsemen.
