My mother always said February pulls the shade up, and then March pulls it right down again. So, right on schedule, March 1, we had what seems these days to be “big snowstorm.”

The five or six inches was enough to bury the milk jugs, however. But I’m guessing that the slightly warmer air inside the jugs melted the snow at the cap. In a way, we could think of the milk jugs as breathing.