I heard my first grouse drumming yesterday. My road is getting muddy and rutty,the house is too warm before the kindling wood's gone. Earlier this week we travelled through Vermont on the way back from a quick job in New York; the weather forecast was for "good maple sugar weather; cold nights, warm days."
I guess the "winter that wasn't" is giving out it's last gasps.
I guess the "winter that wasn't" is giving out it's last gasps.