Description - A long, difficult winter guarantees spring’s welcome.
Excerpt - He didn’t think things could go downhill after his father died in November, but they did. He assumed that first gentle fall of snow dusting the graveside mourners was temporary, though the fact the flakes didn’t melt when they landed on the grass might have warned him. They stayed, quickly building up over the next few weeks as one low pressure system after another raced through. The carrots that he had left in the garden to be dug as late in the fall as possible were inaccessible by the time he accepted this was no false start to winter.
One December morning, the car wouldn’t turn over, and he belatedly realized the extension cord for the block heater was still in the shed, attached to the electric mower that had never made it to its basement winter haven. He had to wade through hip-deep drifts, then shovel the shed door free to get it.
But he hung on.