Soon the ice weasels will come...

One of my coworkers promised her mate we'd have spring by March 1. Ha! Let's look at the weather report:

Tonight: Chance of flurries.
Tomorrow night: Good chance of snow.
Friday: Chance of snow.
Saturday: Chance of flurries.
Sunday: Chance of flurries.
Monday: Chance of sleet.

I am so sick of winter. The Gods of winter have had their day, we can move on now.

I can't even get enthusiastic about seed starting.