Our boss (my manager's manager) was in this week from London, smartly choosing to come after we've mostly emerged from the record snows of this winter. He noted that it's all very brown around here, which is very true. At least it's not all very white. But yes, everything is dull shades of brown and beige, all dead grass and leaves. Streets and sidewalks are dirty with the detritus of all that was swept up by plows and shovels in the snow and now left behind, and full of cracks if not outright gaping holes. Drivers weave across roads avoiding potholes or suddenly slow if there's no option but to roll right over them. It's mud season, in color if not in actual puddles.
But there are signs of life. I walked in my neighborhood last evening for the first time in many months and saw a few shoots here and there poking up near the foundations of houses. Then I caught sight of a bit of purple in my front yard - yes indeed, the first crocuses of this long-awaited spring! It will take awhile yet - there's still snow in much of my back yard, and of course piles where the plows had pushed several feet worth of snow, now mostly filthy mounds of ice. But it's coming.
Still, on Saturday it snowed in Boston, the 10th straight weekend that snow has fallen in the city.
On the other hand, the Frog Pond ice skating rink on Boston Common is closed, and awaiting summer's filling with water to cool the kiddies.
It was warmer on Sunday so we went for a nice long walk, which we haven't been able to do all winter. While we certainly weren't ready for shorts and t-shirts ourselves, the young guys playing football on the Common were so inclined.
Over on the waterfront, the boats are still under wraps.
There was still a bit more snow to go, but we've had some sunshine and a bit of warmth this week, so it should be mostly gone this weekend. D was finally able to park his car in his space in the alley today as the giant pile blocking his spot has melted at last. Hopefully this weekend's Easter celebrations will feel all bunnies-and-flowers springlike, even if the bunnies and flowers are yet to spring up.