I could finally see my front walk again.
We don't clean snow from it. Everyone uses the side door.
The big drift on the front porch was quickly shrinking.
We could even see the bottom of the chairs!
It's gone now... every bit of it. The last few days, I've been running around town in a T-shirt and sandals. The grass in the new pasture is looking like a green carpet. Where the grass is thin, the mud has become a problem. The horses are getting antsy to run, but the ground is too wet.
As much as I love spring and fall, I miss the snow. I hate the thought of summer being so close. In my perfect world, the temperature never gets above sixty, unless I want to swim. And it doesn't get dark until I get tired. But this world is pretty good...