This Always Happens

April arrives, and with it a forecast of snow.

One good thing about the early imposition of Daylight Saving Time is that I got to ride a couple of commutes before the traditional April glop shuts things down. In previous years I would be all ready to ditch the car and ride the whole route in the conveniently relocated daylight hours, only to face a last hosing from winter.

The end of March always seems nicer than the beginning of April. Maybe I just have higher hopes for April, so disappointments seem worse. April seems more like it should belong fully to riding season, while any rides in March are stolen from under the nose of winter.

It's April. We should be able to thumb our noses at winter. But even in its weakened state, winter still calls the shots in northern New England.