When I returned a tool to the equipment hire place yesterday morning, the owner asked if I thought we’d have snow.
At school, the staff were buzzing with the possibility of a snow day. “Don’t tell the kids!” one whispered. “They’ll go crazy.”
The weather forecast is for a southerly storm to blow in on Wednesday. Depending on which forecast you look at, we might have snow to 400 metres or to near sea level.
But regardless of the forecast, it’s beginning to feel like spring.
Yesterday evening when I stepped out to close the chicken house, lambs bleated in nearby paddocks, starlings warbled in the treetops, and blackbirds fought over new territories.
The sky was still light, though it was nearly six o’clock, and the air was soft and full of promises.
Today I am comfortable in a t-shirt, and have opened the doors and windows to warm up the house in the winter sunshine.
Whether it snows tomorrow or not, winter has lost its grip. Spring is on its way.