The past few days here saw the lingering winter and the oncoming spring fighting for dominance. Old Man Winter is determined not to leave, but Spring is just as determined to come. The weather the other day reminded me of boxers duking it out, as first the sun shone, then a brisk wind brought gray clouds over which dropped sleet on the grass. The wind blew, blue skies arrived, the sun shone and melted the sleet. Then the clouds came over again, and dropped some more snow/sleet. This cycle continued for most of the day.
But, spring is coming. The purple crocuses are almost finished blooming, with the white and the purple-and-white striped crocuses waiting for their turn, followed by the yellow ones in a few days. The daffodils are priming for their show, and the hyacinths are a couple inches out of the ground, getting ready to show off their colors and perfume the air with their fragrance.
In the meantime, here’s some photos from the past couple years to enjoy, while those of us in the Northern Hemisphere wait for this year’s spring to finally arrive.
©P. Booher
Country Ripples 
At the moment we have seven inches of snow, and it’s still coming down.The neighbors are shoveling their driveway. By the time they got to the end, they had to start over at the beginning. It looks like Old Man Winter is putting all of his remaining energy into one last fight.
We got about six inches here. I finally made it out to clean off the car, shovel the sidewalk and feed the birds. A man is supposed to clear off the driveway tomorrow morning, before I go to work.
I agree, Old Man Winter is fighting hard.