It feels like March. A soft drizzle of warm rain washed the cars of their winter salt crust and the lawns of their 5 inches of snow. March in January. I start to believe in global warming and it is coming rapidly. The world might soon look as colorful again as my salad.
Today, the sun is out, it is cold again, and people want their money back. Long-term Maine residents begrugdingly come to the conclusion that they might have to change their winter rituals, or move North. I am still torn between my California and Maine mindset: should I be happy about this weather or unhappy?
January is almost over. There is still hope for plenty of snowstorms in February.