We have past the spring equinox and moved past the benchmark day of spring. Finally the temperatures are moderating and the snow is beginning to melt - leaving us with the beginning of mud season.
March was hard with temps at night dipping to zero and day temps at or below freezing. It is not that we are not use to cold weather in Maine, but the tease of spring on the cusp had everybody anxious. I dug out the door to the motorcycle shed and removed the cover on my ride - and started looking at prices for new tires and a new battery; but the March weather would not relent.
Snow from our metal roof stacked up beside the house obscuring the view from the living room window.
In the kitchen the basil plant voraciously soaked up the short sun times between snow storms.
But as all things pass: here in April (7th) spring has finally arrived - the dirt appearing through the snow pack on our road ( the harbinger of mud season.)
The basil plant has taken on a new life in the south facing kitchen window and yesterday we found a lady bug on the sill.
We still have a way to go, but the day temps are now in the forties and fifties and the nights are above freezing.
It is just a matter of time before I hear the deep throat roar of a motorcycle on the main road