It looks like Old Man Winter is having one last kick at the can in the Quinte area. Well, I hope it's one last kick. It's not too bad though, it's fairly warm out, hovering around the freezing mark, so it's not blustery. The snow is wet and heavy though, and when the sun goes down it becomes a little treacherous on the roads. I saw at least a dozen cars on the side of the road between Belleville and Brighton last night. Many people simply don't adjust for the winter conditions.
This morning the roads were slushy and wet, and when walking, I remembered why it's not a good idea to walk too close to the road. Luckily I wear a very long coat that goes down to my knees, so I was spared being absolutely soaked. The skies are still very grey out, perhaps not 50 shades of it, but at least 4 or 5 shades. At least the signs of spring are unmistakable. If I lived in British Columbia, I'd probably be remarking on how well my tulips or geraniums (I've never payed close attention to flowers) are doing already, but alas, we still have a few more weeks of winter here.
Nevertheless, I have noticed a general optimism in people and a slight uptick in real estate activity. I have had to show a few of my listings in the last few days, and I have been contacted by some military personnel who have been posted to the area and are looking forward to finding a new home in Trenton or Belleville. There doesn't appear to be a whole lot of postings this year, but it's early days yet, so I could be wrong.
In the meantime, I'll take solace in my Tim Hortons coffee (it's Roll Up The Rim season), my electric blanket, and a few good books that I am determined to read while I let Old Man Winter have one last Hurrah. I can complain about him until I'm blue in the face, but he's just going to do what he's going to do.