Earlier this week, the snow was melting off the roof and the ground began to show through in patches. Today we are under a winter storm watch, and the grass is covered once again with the tranquility of endless white. I wonder if the sap began to flow up the trees this week? If we were going to tap our maple trees again this year, would we be starting it now? When I took this photo, Ruffy was taking advantage of the sun's growing strength--there is so much more warmth to it now than there was in December.
I've noticed that the wind has been roaring through the pine trees. That is the sound of March--kite flying weather. Sleet, ice, and snow, strong wind gusts and air that carries enough humidity to seep into the bones like the grip of death--I guess winter is once more doing its best to hang on to Wisconsin: It will fail. Before long the spring bulbs will begin to push their way up out of the ground, and the robins will be bobbing for worms on my lawn. We will till the earth and plant. The cows will calve and the new babies will scamper and jump around the pasture with the joie de vivre
We could not enjoy spring as much as we do without the winter, could we?
Go in search of beauty--