It’s raining. Endlessly. But we mostly don’t mind because it melts the snow, the remaining patches and banks of which there are many. There is one bank at the end of the driveway, near the mailbox, which is still two feet tall. Below it are daffodil bulbs I planted. When will they grow?
The streams and ponds and rivers are high. The brook next to our house grows. In the summer it is dry. Usually we call it Okeefenokee Swamp or the mosquito factory. But now it is its own real, living thing. It is threatening. It could run over into our yard and wet the floors of the basement.
Either way, the snow melts and this, my friend, is good news.