There’s still snow on the ground, but only in patches now, in the places where the plow had piled it high, and in the shadowy areas where the warmth of the March sunlight hasn’t reached yet. There’s a chance of snow in the weather forecast for this week. Winter holds on . . .
But only by the skin of its snowy teeth. Spring is already nudging it away. I can feel it in the humid air (it was 18 degrees outside when I awoke this morning, but it will be nearly 50 by the afternoon). I can see it in the orange-tinged slant of the morning light, and in the green tips peeking from the thawed ground.