By John Anderson
Changing the clocks on the first Sunday of March is generally accepted as a sign that spring is just around the corner. This year, however, nothing seemed certain.
Drivers can barely see to back out of their driveways or pull around a corner, and when they do, they encounter a path of frost heaves and potholes. Some probably thought spring wouldn’t arrive until June.
That all changed this past weekend as temperatures climbed under blue skies. The snow banks are shrinking and revealing the dirt thrown up by snow blowers and plows. Roofs are showing bare shingles and diminishing ice dams. Gutters are flowing with water, and the melting snow is pouring onto lawns. Thankfully, the rafters are feeling relief from all the winter weight.
At 2:30 yesterday afternoon, the outdoor thermometer in the shade on the north side of my house read 52.3 degrees. Yes!
Although there might be a brief setback this weekend, the crocuses poking through my neighbor’s ground are a sure sign that spring is on the horizon.