People talk a lot about how they hate winter. What they mean, mostly, is the cold and the snow that accompanies the presence of January and February on the calendar.
And then they herald the changes that roll in with early March - the higher temperatures, the rain coming down in place of snow.
People are nuts - this is the absolute worst time of year, weather-wise, as far as I’m concerned.
This weekend the rain falls.
It falls because the temperature has risen. It’s risen just above that critical freezing line, and so it remains liquid, not solid.
It falls on ground that is reacting to those warmer temperatures, and so is defrosting itself.
But just on top.
So what this leaves is a layer of thoroughly saturated muck that slides about atop a still-frozen substrate, like oatmeal on top of glass. And thoroughly saturated means that the water that falls ultimately just sits on the surface - no where to go, absorption impossible.
In short, it’s gross. And it sucks. Would not recommend, zero stars.
In the winter - in the real winter, with the frozen ground, sometimes covered with lovely snow, it is possible to go out and enjoy the out of doors, the countryside. But what does one do with weather like this.
Sit inside and resent the weather.