It’s time to say goodbye to March, our most fickle month. She’s not going out like the proverbial lamb; on the other hand, she’s no longer the lion that she was earlier. Maybe she’s going out like a ram, given her cold exit temperatures, gusty winds, and yesterday morning’s tantrum of powdery snow.
That snow, shown in the image above, had melted away in the North Field by mid-afternoon yesterday, but it just might be the last new snow that we see until next winter. At the time that this image was taken, though, the temperature was only 29°F (wind chill = 19°) and the wind was gusting from the North-Northwest up to 25 miles per hour (note the white caps coming into Great Cove). On the other hand, the ice was out of the pond (partly shown on lower left) and likely will not return.
(Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on March 30, 2023.)