I officially live in a snowglobe, amid the winter that wouldn’t end.
After a couple of weeks of temperatures well into the 40s, enough to melt most of our snow except for the piles on the north faces of buildings, I’m sitting here listening to pellets of … something being pelted off my windows by a wind that must gusting at 40 to 50 THOUSAND miles per hour.
But that’s not the best part; I’m also sitting amid flashes of lightning and gentle peals of thunder. That’s twice this winter (once a few weeks ago earlier in March) that we’ve had thundersnow.
It’s enough to make me think bears, bats, squirrels and the European Hedgehog have the right idea.