Is it spring yet???

Up here on the dirt road today spring is a singularly far away thought. 6 inches of snow have turned into 12 inches and its still coming down. I have already been out today plowing the driveway, snowblowing and shoveling. If there is one thing you can count on in the backwoods is seasons will change when they are damn well ready to and not a moment before.
Yesterday I was down in the big city of Hartford, CT attending the CT Flower Show. Although the exhibits are quite nice I believe it is more of a vendor show than flower show. But it still provided a few hours of relief from the tedium of winter.
I even saw for the briefest of moments one of my gardening heroes, Roger Swain from the PBS show, Victory Garden. Be still my beating heart. 
And I started out yesterday with the discovery of a butterfly in my house. A tiger swallowtail butterfly was caught in a plastic bag hanging on my drying rack. I thought this was amazing. Here it was still the dead of winter by anybodies reckoning and I had a butterfly in my house. I don't know how it got there. There are some possibilities of one of its former selves, namely a caterpillar or chrysalis  having hitched a ride on one of my numerous houseplants that spend the summer outside. So I did the only thing I could think of. I made up some sugar water, put it in a lid and took it and the butterfly down to my greenhouse. I don't know if it will survive very long and frankly with snow duty today I haven't had a chance to look. But I am grateful for that moment of wonderment. Being able to hold such a beautiful creature in my hand. Being able to feel its feet grabbing onto my finger. It brings back the kid in me. Makes me remember when every day no matter what the season was a day to enjoy, hold on to, because there was never going to be another one like it.
So as the snow finally starts to wind down another storm is over. More plowing is to be done so the husband can make it up the driveway. More snowblowing and shoveling to be done so the dogs can get out to do their 'business' and I can get to the greenhouse and check on that butterfly. It was just another day up here on my dirt road.