At times in the last 2 1/2 months, it has seemed that a glacer, formerly known as our driveway, would singlehandedly turn the tide on gobal warming and be the nucleus of a new ice age.
But yesterday, I made a significant discovery that suggests I'm a little premature in calling for a permanent winter up here.
At the bottom of the driveway, where the glacer spills onto lazy Z Rd, I spied a tatered piece of green plastic. I dug it out of the ice and read the date on the frozen newspaper that was inside the green plastic bag: December 21, 2006.
That was the date of the first of a series of snowstorms that brought in enough snow so that I could have my own private ski slope for the last couple of months.
Perhaps spring will arrive after all.
