Gorgeous day…

It was sunny, bright and the temperature reached the 40s (Fahrenheit).  My footprints in the snow grew bigger and bigger as the sun rose higher; by the time I returned from running errands, they were gone because the snow had melted from the driveway and the walk.

But as beautiful as the weather was, it wasn’t a pleasure for the eyes: dirty puddles, sodden leaves, and mud.  It reminded me of Howard Moss’ poem about New Hampshire (which I looked up because I didn’t trust my memory on it):

After the long /Melancholy of the fall, /One longs for the crisp /Brass shout of winter –