72 degrees and sunny. Yet...

It's the very first beautiful day of the springtime here at Camp...

Yet, there is one remnant of the winter, one vestige of the last season that's still hanging around.

That' right.

There is still snow here on Camp.

Yup. Can't argue. That's what snow looks like.

Not much, mind you, but it's definitely there. It's definitely snow. And it's definitely gotten on our nerves.

This one is right outside my office, which adds an element of insult to injury every time I look out the window.

So.

All right, snow. I'm going to say this clearly, with all the internet as my witness.

You have worn out your welcome.

You were neat in January. You were fun even! To sled on, to play in, we had a blast. We really did.

 

In February you kept the forest quiet and pretty and vaguely Robert Frost-esque. That was nice too. 

Then March came around, we kept dropping hints that now would be a good time to wrap it on up, go ahead and hit the road. And yet you hung around. And hung around. 

And now it's half-way through April, and no more Mr. Nice-Guy, no more subtle "boy it is sure is late for there to still be snow, isn't it?" clues, I'm just going to come out and say it.

It's time. 

It is time to melt.

You don't have to go home. But you can't stay here.

(Where is snows "home" you ask? The atmosphere. It melts, it then evaporates, in then goes to it's home in the atmosphere where it will return to us in a fine summer rain shower to cool off a 98 degree day in late July. It really is a lovely cycle.)

Melt, snow. Melt.

And enjoy this beautiful spring day, internet!