Ras-Le-Bol

    Dear Cyberarchivist  of the future who happened to come across this blog as a chronicle of bits and pieces of life as it was during the early 21st Century A.D. of human existence on this planet:
    Yesterday evening in Gahanna, Ohio this was the scene from my front porch: 

    This has been the scene from my front porch with more or less quantity of snow covering the ground for most of the time since the beginning of January.
    I know it ain't over 'til it's over, but cripes sake, yesterday was March 23!
    The French have a saying for this sort of situation:  "Ras-le-bol!" (pronounced "rahl-buhl!"), which means "I've had it, enough already!" 
    Anyway, it's doubly frustrating since we here in Central Ohio were rather led down the garden path last week with gradually warming temperatures which led us to believe that in spite of the relentlessly freezing and snow-bound winter, spring would nonetheless arrive on time as scheduled. Which it did, but then it suddenly changed its mind and bolted.
    But not before giving us just enough of a taste this past weekend of sunshine and temperatures in the mid-60's to make us all crazy when the temperature dropped back into the 20's with snow yesterday.

I mean, this was the weather last Saturday.

...And this was the weather last night.

   
    So to winter, I scream, you scream, we all scream, "Ras-le-bol!"  (Too dang cold for ice cream, right?)
    And that, dear Future Cyberarchivist, is how it is.
    Which begs a question for you:  Have we of the present left any winter for you of the future?