We're down to counting sticks of wood in the shed and there is talk about scraping the snow off the stuff outside in case we need it. It's the Ides of March and we have barely a cord left inside. I had hopes of at least limping into April with a bit left, but this morning at 6 AM the outside temp was a hearty 6 above zero. O, please. The house was an equally brisk 52.
A three stove day, for sure.
But, she says bravely, straightening her shoulders and reaching for a wooly sweater, but it is the middle of March, the days are getting longer, the sun is a bit more useful than it has been, and April is out there somewhere.
And whatever became of the Ides of, say, September...