I've had enough of grey, cold bleakness. I have. In our neck of the woods, this is the very yuckiest time of the year. There are little teasing hints of Spring here and there, but it won't arrive till late April/early May. The snow here is melting at a snail's pace, and that which has melted is sitting on the ground creating mud. That's sixteen muddy paws worth of stuff getting tracked inside.
Where the sun (which we haven't seen much of recently) doesn't get to, there's lots of treacherous ice. I almost fell about 10 times this afternoon. Currently I can't get to the hayshed without risking life and limb. My parents are coming up for a quick visit on the weekend, and I'm trying to clear enough ice so they don't break their necks. For some reason the tractor won't start, so I'm left with a pick and shovel. If I were short, I could be the eighth dwarf. And I'd need a new name...apparently Grumpy is already taken.