Spring is a moving target. It might be warm, or rainy or snowing. The bulbs may be buried, or have their blossoms glided with snow. But things are stirring which we cannot see, migratory birds are passing overhead, and the daylight lasts longer. It is coming, it will come, be patient. Or start your seeds indoors if you just can’t wait another day for the sight of something growing.
Just up the street is a hidden place, tucked away off the road, the trail nearly filled in and hard to spot. The trail leads to an old, sawmill dam and beaver dam, both of which have nice ponds behind them. No one seems to go back there to see this secret place and enjoy the quiet and views. It feels secluded and lovely, and the wildlife are the only regular visitors. Joe and I stop by a few times a year, each season to see how things look and bask in the silence.
I made sure to get out both weekend days to enjoy the balmy weather, great clouds and fresh air. My intention is for Joe and I to get outside as much as we can on my days off. It serves several purposes:
- gets us outside
- keeps the tv viewing down
- keeps my eye and brain sharp
- gives Joe new scenery
It seems as if we never had bitter cold and knee deep snow just a couple of weeks ago, so quickly does the weather change. Now at 5:05 the sky is still showing some bits of light as the earth tilts towards the sun and springtime. But for now it is still winter, with all the vagaries that season brings.
The ice has frozen hard enough that the ice fishing houses have appeared on the lake, seemingly sprung up overnight. Bright spots against the the white and green, reminders of the individual tastes of their owners. This is their moment to shine, brought out of the backyards and forest edge where they have spent the last 9 months dreaming of winter days on the ice.
The snow came with a vengeance last week. Th wind followed, both were book-ended by the bitter cold air that decided to migrate south for an extended stay. This is winter, the days can be too bitter to spend much time out of doors beyond filling the feeder, shoveling or scurrying to and from one point to another. When I am outside I see the tracks of mice, who also seem to be scurrying, though in no particular direction, just scurrying. Maybe to keep warm, I don’t know, but I have looked at the looping tracks stitching the top of the snow. A crazy quilt set of stitches atop the snow. Winter signs.
Now that spring has arrived, the drip of melting snow is constant from the eaves. The daffodils are making an appearance along the foundation, tiny sprouts of green in a still snowy yard. It has encouraged a spurt of spring cleaning which will mean open windows and fresh air flowing in on the nicest days. The days of stew and sweaters are drawing to a close, as the days lighten and warm with the coming season. Each bend of the year shows many sides and delights for those who look.