Inching Back Toward "Normal"

There is a little stone cherub who reclines, head on hand, in my kitchen garden. Last night I noticed that, after sleeping under a blanket of snow all week, he'd finally popped his head out. I almost took a picture because it amused me, just this little cherub head floating on the surface of the snow. But I didn't.

This morning I went to check on him and now his shoulders, hips and top leg are airing out. That means that about 1 inch of snow melted overnight. The slush season has begun.

School is starting 2 hours late today, but it will be in session. Cars are driving at normal speeds in front of the house. All the fabulous icicles, which I also neglected to photograph, have dripped away. Bare patches of grass are peeping through the snow. The Big Chill has moved on. I'm okay with that, save for the temptation to climb on the roof of The Neighbor's carport and make a snow angel in the last pure patch of white.