Drip, drip, drip

It's been a warm week. "Warm" is a relative term, of course. But most days it gets up to 5 degrees, or 40 Fahrenheit. So the snow is melting. But since there is a lot of snow, it's taking a long time to melt. Mud and slush everywhere. Then after dark it all freezes again -- mornings are slippery. Sunday afternoon, I took the boys on a stroll through the Vernissage. (That's the big Yerevan flea market.) They enjoyed it very much, in part because the heavy foot traffic had turned it into a frozen swamp, with puddles of icy water and slush everywhere. Splash, slosh, splash. -- Is this the end of winter? Or just a warm spell before the Caucasus turns on us? How would I know? But after a month of heavy snow and bitter cold, I'm not complaining. There are worse things than a little slush.