Truth is, there are no ground hogs in Wyoming. We have badgers and marmots and chislers living in the ground. Had any of them emerged from the frozen ground, they would have been pretty disappointed in the winter of 2018. The day began with snow and quickly warmed up to slop and rain. Last night's temperature never got below freezing. Mike and I wore hats as we soaked in the Freedom hot tub, our exposures pelted with cold raindrops.
The yard is showing splotches of grass. The roofs are sliding their burden of snow with the sudden and unexpected crash and clamor that always causes surprise. Dark clouds lay heavy on the mountain tops. Are we in for four months of spring mud season and dreary weather?
I am unclear what it would mean had one of our underground critters emerged from the frozen ground yesterday, but today things aren't looking much better and the thermometer hovers at 38 degrees. Ugh.
There will be no cross country ski this weekend. Two Adirondack chairs need painting, dinner with neighbor Pam, and an early Sunday departure to get back, make chicken wings, and head to friends' for the Super Bowl. I'd rather watch the President's state of the union address - which I did not anyway because, thank goodness, we don't have TV!
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