I am pleased to say that the White Witch of Winter has released her grasp on Goose Creek–maybe not forever, but for now.
The rutted road may be pocked by potholes, but even the potholes hold hints of spring. At last.
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What? No mud season between winter and spring?
Bill
Isn’t it lovely to not see snow everywhere you look? And to walk outside without a coat? Now we’re waiting for the river to flood (I live near the Greenbrier). The rising water won’t affect me directly, but it will close the road to town if it gets high enough.
After a few days of rain at the first of the week, it seems everything here on the Texas coast is busting out green. Even the fig tree that never grows is covered in baby, pale green leaves.
Hang in there, Mistress Spring is on her way to the mountains.