Remember That Day We Could See The Sidewalk?

There was a day this week when the temperatures actually got into the 50s, Modern Philosophers!

I wore a short sleeve shirt under my Working Stiff Toga, put on a lighter jacket, and even opened Zombie Car’s windows as I drove home from work.  I went for a walk on my lunch break, and I could sense that Spring’s arrival wasn’t far away.

Best of all, the snow started to melt.  Bangor has been plagued with 121 inches of the annoying white stuff this Winter, and we’ve pretty much run out of places to put it.  So it was like a gift from Zeus to have it begin to turn to water and trickle off into oblivion.

And now it’s snowing again.  They’re saying we’re supposed to get 8-12 inches.  It seems like a cruel joke, but it’s really happening.  Who knows when this snow will get around to melting?  I thought I’d better preserve this moment just in case we never see our sidewalks and streets again…

For all we know, this might be the last time any Mainer ever sees blacktop again.  Future generations are going to want to know what the world looked like before the Winter of 2014-2015 brought about the New Ice Age and changed our planet forever.

That is my driveway.  That is my front walk.  You can even see most of my neighbors’ porch roof.  When I wake up tomorrow, all of that will be covered in snow again.

There’s the street that runs in front of The House on the Hill.  The end of my driveway is clear.  You can see the roofs on the houses across the street.  Up until the other day, I just thought they were all painted white.

Sure, my front lawn is still buried, but there isn’t nearly as much snow on it as there was when the week started.

Of course, that’s all about to change…

There was even a little path in the side yard to allow the oil delivery man access.  Now he’ll have to put on his snowshoes the next time he comes to top off the tank.

Even the sidewalk, which the city sidewalk plow loves to ignore, was visible.  There hadn’t been a sidewalk sighting in these parts in ages, Modern Philosophers!

Tomorrow, we’ll all be walking in the street again.

You have no idea the fortune in coins I’ve tossed into that wishing well this Winter just wishing for Spring to arrive.

I thought my wish had finally been granted, but now I wonder if there will even be a Spring in Maine this year.  What if it just never stops snowing?

One final shot of the street through the bushes.  In past years, those bushes actually sprouted leaves which offered cooling shade when I wanted to write out on my porch.

I wonder if those bushes will ever do more than hold snow again…

There’s my photographic proof that there is solid ground under all the snow in Maine.  We might never see it again, but we’ll always know it’s there, holding up the white stuff.