It happened.

The unthinkable has happened.  The unimaginable has occurred.

The season in which we experience snow and ice and -45 temperatures has passed. (I hesitate to use the word w****r just in case it decides to return).  Since we trust the predictions of an oversized rodent to determine the length of winter, anything could happen.

My point is that in all the weeks since this season began, I have probably only shoveled once or twice.  The rest of the time I used the wide snow blade to clear the snow.  I never had to use my snow thrower once.  Oh, and on the last occasion we had significant snow a kind anonymous person cleaned my driveway while I was at church.  Thanks, kind anonymous person!

My delight over melted snow and warmer temperatures of course is not shared by all, especially farmers.  While other larger snowfalls in the state equals more moisture, not all counties received much snow at all, and so will be facing problems with lack of moisture in the fields.

No one is satisfied completely with any weather conditions because someone's plenty is another person's want.  This is true not only in terms of money or possessions, but water as well.  So while I'm happy to see the snow leave, I realize that there are many people for whom that will be a problem.

On the other hand, less snow means less spring flooding, which would be a relief for a change in the wetter parts of the state.  It's a strange thing to not be worried about how the Red River will behave this spring.  Living in an area slowly being overtaken by water for decades, I can appreciate there are still problems to be found with regard to water.  The fight isn't over yet.

Why is it we can complain about how cold it is one week and when it changes we remark on how nice it is, but six weeks later we'll be complaining about how hot it is?  Two weeks ago I nearly lost the tip of my thumb while putting air in my tires.  This week I drove with my windows open and kept adjusting the temperature in my car because of the warmth of the afternoon sun.

All I can say is, whatever you believe about global warming, the weather is undeniably changing each and every year and each and every year we will continue to complain, then celebrate, then complain again.  And just like that, as they say in North Dakota, if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes.

It happened. The unthinkable has happened.  The unimaginable has occurred. The season in which we experience snow and ice and -45 temperatures has passed. (I hesitate to use the word w****r just in case it decides to return).  Since we trust the predictions of an oversized rodent to determine the length of winter, anything could happen. My point is that in all the weeks since this season began, I have probably only shoveled once or twice.  The rest of the time I used the wide snow blade to clear the snow.  I never had to use my snow thrower once.  Oh, and on the last occasion we had significant snow a kind anonymous person cleaned my driveway while I was at church.  Thanks, kind anonymous person! My delight over melted snow and warmer temperatures of course is not shared by all, especially farmers.  While other larger snowfalls in the state equals more moisture, not all counties received much snow at all, and so will be facing problems with lack of moisture in the fields. No one is satisfied completely with any weather conditions because someone's plenty is another person's want.  This is true not only in terms of money or possessions, but water as well.  So while I'm happy to see the snow leave, I realize that there are many people for whom that will be a problem. On the other hand, less snow means less spring flooding, which would be a relief for a change in the wetter parts of the state.  It's a strange thing to not be worried about how the Red River will behave this spring.  Living in an area slowly being overtaken by water for decades, I can appreciate there are still problems to be found with regard to water.  The fight isn't over yet. Why is it we can complain about how cold it is one week and when it changes we remark on how nice it is, but six weeks later we'll be complaining about how hot it is?  Two weeks ago I nearly lost the tip of my thumb while putting air in my tires.  This week I drove with my windows open and kept adjusting the temperature in my car because of the warmth of the afternoon sun. All I can say is, whatever you believe about global warming, the weather is undeniably changing each and every year and each and every year we will continue to complain, then celebrate, then complain again.  And just like that, as they say in North Dakota, if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes.