Thursday, March 13

I wake up to snow covering the entire garden. My theory that winter has finished and the sun will get hotter and hotter as summer arrives obviously needs some fine tuning.

I walk outside and look at it. I decide that it doesn’t need me to spend time clearing it because it will probably melt in a day or two.

If this theory proves flawed, though, then it might turn out the beginning of a back winter; then I might end up wishing I had done it today.

I opt to take a chance.