Winter: a cruel tease

I saw two robins last week. I'm always buoyed by the sight of them; spring is closer and winter is in its last throes.

Not in Michigan.

Now, just six days after the robin sighting, I'm sitting in my house, looking out the window and seeing nothing but snow blowing around. It only took an hour before the ground was covered and my hopes for an early spring dashed. I know it's still February. But when you go through a cold snap like we did (it was so cold for a few days that the snot inside our noses froze while walking to the garage), any sign of spring is something we grasp, hoping we'll see the last of our shovels, ski coats and rock salt for a few months.

No such luck.

Just checked out the window again. It's still snowing. Only now, it's coming down sideways. Fancy.

Sigh.