This is getting ridiculous.

Spring (technically) arrived on Thursday. But not in Ottawa (or much of the rest of Ontario). I awoke this morning to the second snowstorm since the arrival of Spring, and it is newly deflating each time. We are still buried under mounds of snow, and save for a few very sporadic days, the temperatures have been below zero, with windchills far below that... This winter has been long and cold, and the lack of any sort of hint that spring is around the corner is depressing...

Today. The roads were clear yesterday.

Still several feet of snow... Booooo, winter. Boo.

This sketch by Rick Mercer pretty much sums up my incessant and naively optimistic looking at the long-term forecast for signs of hope. Now I don't even believe the 5 at the end of this 7-day forecast...

Currently -4 with a windchill of -12. Yup.

How I yearn to hang laundry on the line again, go outside with just a light jacket, go for long walks in the warm sunshine, or see the crocuses pushing up through traces of snow.

So until things turn around here, I've decided I'm not going to look out the window anymore, and will only be listening to steel drum music and watching movies set in Hawaii.