Snow is melting in these parts, but looking day to day you'd be hard pressed to recognize it happening. This photograph was not pulled from my archives. It was taken yesterday, as spring broke. Like grass racing to be mowed in June, gaining those 8 pounds over the winter, or reaching another birthday, the refrain is usually the same. When did that happen? Heading into the city last night, Elenka and I both noticed that the snow cover is certainly, slowing receding. It's easy to see that the process though is lot slower on our front lawn and back yard then in other places along the way. Every year it's the same. No kidding. We must be in some snow belt region of town, because when we get hit, we get slammed. In mid-storm it's unrecognizable happening; however, during late March and early April when brown grass is rearing its ugly head on city lawns, we're usually still layered with melting snow. Ah, but it's spring. The daylight, still showing at 7 PM, tells me so. A winter's grip... This too shall pass.