A week ago the ground was covered with snow; the puddles were frozen; the temperatures were reported with single digits. Today we walk without mittens, hats or scarves. I wear my jacket and I am too warm. The temperature is in the 60s. Spring Peepers are active, singing hopeful songs. Dandelions bloom in the front yard. Honeybees send out scouts to see if it is spring yet.
I’m a big fan of winter, if you haven’t figured that out yet. Still, I must admit that today’s fresh, warm breeze was a welcome respite from the cold of last week. Sarah and Patrick, who are not nearly as enthusiastic about winter as I am, poked around in the open water and tried to catch tadpoles.
Well… Patrick tried to catch tadpoles. Sarah just tried to give Patrick a hard time.
I spotted a snail along the pond edge… and then another… and a tiny clam. Three mollusk species within two feet of one another.
In the woods, the sun dodged tree branches to illuminate mosses and lichens…
… and scat.
If the weatherman is right, this will all be covered with snow by the weekend. Temperatures will be half what they were today.
I need to take my cross country skis over to the Hollyloft for a tune up and base wax. I already put my snowshoes in the trunk of my car in anticipation. It was a lovely respite from the cold and snow… but now I say: Bring it on!