We were driving back from the Berkshires the other day. When we got off the highway, I lowered the window. After about a ten minute drive through the Southeast Massachusetts open spaces, I remarked, "Is that Spring I smell?"
After a short discussion on how the word "smell" is not grammatically correct usage, we came to the agreement that indeed, the scent of Spring was tentatively making itself known.
With such a wimp of a Winter, there was the fear that Spring itself would be rather brown. With very little, meaning no, snowmelt or flooding, a drought is feared.
The good news is the lakes and reservoirs appear to be cresting full, but for how long? Stay tuned...
This too will pass.
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