While winter in Ohio has a way of hanging on beyond when Buckeye Chuck (the local version of the forecasting groundhog) predicts it will (sometimes it seems endless!), this winter has not been much of such. Even though today is the official start of spring, spring sprang about two weeks ago, as our glorious magnolia tree attested this weekend, when it started to bloom.
On that same day, very strong spring storms rolled through the area and we had tornado sirens wailing their eerie cry for what seemed like hours but, thankfully, other than impressive clouds and a lightning and thunder show, there was no damage to report.
Also this weekend, Hamlet managed to either get into a bad fight with a neighboring cat or barely escape a mauling by the neighbor's dogs (we're not sure which since he appears to have been involved in both). That meant a very costly trip to the vet on Monday for treatment of bites, one of which required sutures and which forces him to take pain medication and wear a T-shirt I adapted for such purposes (instead of the Elizabethan collar that he would simply hate) so he can refrain from licking or taking out the sutures for the next 10 days (let's hope Hamlet, our most good natured animal, knows how to cultivate patience).
Meanwhile, outside everything is greening, the birds are positively chipper, the daffodils have bloomed, and we can see where the peonies, the bleeding hearts, and even the roses are getting ready for their turn in the spring spotlight. While I can't celebrate climate change, I also can't complain that I've spent the day in shorts and a T-shirt when, 11 years ago on March 20, the day after I arrived in Ohio, it snowed.
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