Maine has two seasons

(This statement can be followed by a number of definitions . . .)

Winter and Road Repair:

MDOT and various Minions are starting in on the season of Traffic Obstruction, which will make Wife's drive to work more interesting for the next few months.  Also affects several of my bike routes, either directly or by ripple-effect, diverting trucks onto roads unfitted for such traffic.

Winter and the Fourth of July:

We're predicted to go from highs around 50 F (last week) to highs near 80.  At least this will be less stressful for Younger Son and Significant Other, scheduled to visit us shortly, coming from the ovens of southern California.  Which leads to:

Winter and Tourist Season:

The "Summer Complaints" have started to clog our roads with their Winnebago Monsters just in time for Traffic Obstruction Season . . .

(On a brighter note, Wife reports that the spring peepers have taken over the airwaves at the nature center, now drowning out the wood frogs.)

April 25

As wcg reminds us, Anzac Day.

"And the band played Waltzing Matilda . . ."

God Bless America*

First Ozone Alert of the young season.  Product of all your tailpipes and smokestacks, deposited up here in the pristine Great North Woods . . .

*note that Canada and Mexico also constitute "America" for purposes of this post.  We've had smoke from Quebec forest fires thick enough to reduce visibility on the interstate highway, and then there's Sudbury.

On the other hand

Just back from a neighborhood walk with forsythia blooming and the willows leafing out.  Also a mockingbird singing.

Life is not entirely shit.