We're well on our way to experience the snowiest February in Pittsburgh history. And on the weekend we can expect more snow. Getting bundled up and clearing off the cars, the walk, part of the driveway and the trail to the bird feeders takes so much time we're exhausted. And now we have to worry about ice dams as the temperature crawls above freezing during the day and then refreezes everything at night. All the salt on the roads brings an early start of pothole season. Potholes are sprouting like garlic mustard in the spring. I wonder what they do our suspensions.
There are more and more tracks in the snow. Who visits our yard when we aren't looking? A deer, a turkey, a dog? All of them? If I could actually venture out into snow that reaches over my knees I might be able to read the tracks.