Two short weeks ago – Spartacus – Photo: L. Weikel
Anticipation
I, for one, have thoroughly delighted in all the snow we received this winter. Yeah baby – storm after storm – barely having time to catch our breath. The snowstorms have been so relentless that, here we are, the 9th of March, and there remain piles of snow on the ground beneath the eaves of our garage where blankets of snow, some 18” deep, slumped off. Yet here I am, brimming with anticipation over the change in weather this week.
Exactly two weeks ago, we were reveling in yet another ‘snow event.’ The township didn’t even bother to plow, cinder, or salt for several hours – quite probably because they have little product left and who knows how unpredictable March will be?! The best part about the lack of plowing was the chance to take a walk in the snow silence that only comes when everything is covered in a downy comforter of white stuff.
And yes, I used the word reveling. My only regret has been that I didn’t go sleigh riding even once. (I know, I know. Most people call it sledding. But it’s always been sleigh riding to me.) While I’m sure having to trudge back up the hill would’ve dissuaded me from taking more than one pass down, even a singlet would’ve been fun.
Snow Blanket – Photo: L. Weikel
Here We Are
But here we are, looking forward to at least three days of temperatures soaring into the 60s, with the chance of actually reaching 70 by Thursday. Nothing volatile at all about March weather, amiright?
And I have to say: I’m feelin’ it. Just this morning, with temperatures still briskly hovering in the low 30s, I filled the bird feeders and noticed yellow green shoots just starting to pierce the surface of the garden. Daffodils are on their way!
I’m excited to document the progress of these sprouts over the next few days. When I close my eyes and imagine the life force in these bulbs, I feel a powerful buzz, a pent-up sense of desire wanting to burst forth toward the sun.
Let springtime commence.
Hungry Hawk – Photo: L. Weikel
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