I know. Oscar Wilde was talking about second marriages, but our reactions to warm spells at the end of February and in March are a close second.
We had 7 ½ inches of slush on March 1. This is what greeted me the following morning. It looked like someone had sprayed the world with spray-on grass seed/newspaper mulch mix, but in the lovely white of snow, instead of that weird green. Slush never looked this good in New York City. Continue reading “Late Winter Warmups: The Triumph of Hope Over Experience”