Seriously, some odd phenological events occurred. I kid you not, a lilac bush in my neighbor's yard started leafing out. (I do not know what will happen to said bush at this point. I suspect that the buds that opened, which happily was not all of them, will die and not produce any leaves in the real spring.) The maintenance staff at school was painting and power washing the building exteriors this week. Ducks and geese have still been congregating in the large open-water spaces of the lakes and ponds.
|Winter resumes in northern Illinois|
And it's just in the air, you know, the way it isn't with flurries or a dusting. We're all hunkering down, watching, waiting, hoping for the worst and hoping for the best all at the same time. We're all in it together and yet we're all isolated by the storm. I don't know, it's odd. It just feels, in some intangible way, like a special day.
|My boots in the snow!|