April,13th and once again we are in the midst of another blizzard. I have become convinced this winter will never end. Spring will never arrive to our God forsaken land.
Our huge pile of firewood we started out with this fall has dwindled to only a few pieces. The starving deer are devastating the hay stacks. Hundreds of them trying to get sustenance to make it through this long winter. Nothing scares them away, not bullets, four wheelers, explosives or dogs. this is the only place they can find food to eat. The grass lay hidden under the drifts cold and frozen.
A few geese venture north to find only frozen lakes. So turning around dishearteningly they head south again hoping to have enough fuel in their tired bodies to make the hundreds of miles back to green grass and blue waters before malnutrition sets in.
Hopefully this is not a re-run of 1816 "The year without a summer" which affected New England states and devastated places in Europe.
The trees where all leafless
The mountains where brown
The face of the country was scathed with a frown.
And bleak where the hills
And the foliage sere
As had never been seen
At that time of the year.