So today it got up to 66οF and tonight it’s only going to get down to 38οF. Tomorrow I’m off from work and it’s gonna be 67 οF and sunny all day, with no wind. So, tomorrow is the official first day of un-winter. Camera Girl and I will officially get up a half hour later, eat a leisurely breakfast, stroll around the devastated grounds and then go for a ride and walk around a lake, take a few photographs then go into town and have something special for lunch; maybe Chinese or Thai. Life begins again.
Except for the north side of the garage roof, all the roof snow is practically gone. And some areas of vegetation (mangled and brown) have reappeared behind the retreating snow. Obviously, the absurdly high piles of snow I created over the course of the last few weeks will be there well into April (and in places into May) but those will just be there as a cautionary tale about the folly of living in New England.
The west field will be soggy for weeks while the snow retreats there last. But within a week or two I intend to go there and cut down all of the raspberry canes and spread fertilizer on that bed. Last year that program provided a bonanza of berries and I intend to duplicate that procedure this spring. But the truly awful production we got out of the squash, eggplants and cucumbers over there has convinced me to move all of these beds to the south field. I’m going to dig up a good chunk of lawn over there and plant vegetables and transplant some flowers that have languished too close to the forest shade.
So, there is a plan going forward and plenty of work to do. But it’s just so good to finally be freed from sitting around in the house staring out at a world of snow. They talk about cabin fever and I know exactly what they mean. It’s a depressing, nervous state where you have to invent things to do to keep your mind off of your imprisonment. It’s a time when you try to stick to exercise regimens just to avoid becoming a pile of mush over the inactivity of the winter. And the short days just makes it worse because darkness makes you sleepy.
Okay, I’ll put all that behind me. Winter 2025/2026 is officially dead and buried. Even if we have that stupid April Fools’ Day nor’easter this year, it’s just there to provide “poor man’s fertilizer” for the vegetation. I predict 2026 will be a very productive year with interesting scientific and technological news and improvements on the economic front. But most important I predict that summer 2026 will provide the most memorable cookouts, barbecues and grilling that will be talked about for the next decade and will become a byword for successful outdoor parties. Like some Shire gaffer, in the future you’ll see me eating a cheeseburger smothered in onions and relish and here me declare, “Ah, that was a proper 2026!”


