Dull

I don't know if there will be more snow or not. The sky has been neither cloudy nor clear all night-- just sort of thick, and looking even colder than the air felt. Most of yesterday's snow has remained on the ground. For a couple of hours last evening I could hear melt-water trickling through the downspout, but the roof remains mostly white. I'm hoping it will all go away today. Thin, crusty snow is my least favorite type. The birds would be happy to have the lawns uncovered for snacking, too.

A bunch of stuff came into my head then went away. That happens a lot lately.

A very strange looking morning out there. I think the sun might be sick.

Waiting

Maybe the worst thing about the day is that it keeps bringing to mind a line from The Eagles' Desperado: "The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine...." Any day that makes me think of Eagles lyrics is dismal indeed, and not in a good way.

Rooftops are still scabby with patches of unmelted snow, graying under the slow clouds of the gray sky that doesn't even have a bright spot to mark the location of the declining sun. It's warm enough to keep the melt-water slowly trickling out the downspout, but just barely. The pink flowers on half of the peach tree have died, and those on the other half look to be nearly rotted. All the flowers on the sourgrass are gone. The buds on the more fortunate mulberry tree remain closed after two weeks, waiting to flower. A few small, gray birds perch on the bare branches. What happened to spring?

The crows are out there bickering with one another. The acorn woodpeckers have made themselves scarce. The horizon is lost in cold haze. I'm getting impatient. It's time something came out of that sky.