Without fail, winter fades into the distance, and spring arrives. This year, winter in Buffalo felt especially long. We kicked off 2025 with 54 straight days of measurable snowfall. The amount of snow itself wasn’t a big deal in the city—but the relentlessness of it was.
Then yesterday, we hit 70 degrees with the sun shining. People were out walking, sitting on their porches, just out. Hibernation is real. You almost forget there’s life all around you in the winter.
I’ve always liked March. St. Patrick’s Day, the NCAA Tournament, and that shift in the seasons. Today, I was out raking my lawn and noticed some plants already pushing up through the earth—relentlessly showing up, year after year. (I see you, bishop’s weed.)
I’m excited to plant some new things in my blank slate of a yard this year. Gardening is one of those rare things that actually pulls me away from technology. Even something as simple as watering plants can feel meditative.
In a few weeks, tulips will start popping up all over Elmwood and around the city—one of my favorite flowers. They shine so bright, but burn out fast.
There’s something about living in a place with such harsh winters that makes you really appreciate when the weather turns. Of course, it’s only March, and we all know it can still snow in April. But that sun hitting my face yesterday? Had me punch-drunk on spring.
