“It’s a long winter.”
Claire and I say this to each other frequently over the winter. It’s become a bit of a joke, a pressure reliever when you have cabin fever, perhaps.
In truth, it wasn’t a long winter. Not much snow. I know it’s only my second winter in New England, but even the old timers are saying this was pretty mild, at least by local standards.
Today it rained. It rained so much, the weather service issued a flood advisory. It rained so much, I can see grass in my lawn. Seriously… that’s a lot of rain.