Impatience this time of year is measured in inches. Inches of snow are covering my small woodland garden. When it goes, I’ll start pacing the trails through the plantings, waiting for the first bronze and green leaves of the Trout Lily and other early springtime flowers. I’ll spend time, too, in the woods checking sap buckets and boiling the sap into syrup.
Impatience will be measured alsi in the slow return of the sun, and the gradual warming of the little pond until, at last, its “Ice Out Day”.
We measure impatience in small increments.
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Yikes. That is some kind of ice on your greehouse!
Every year.
Out at the Refuge this morning, most of the ponds are dry. Snow is in the forecast, but not much here in town and there will be even less out there. I hope the mountains get a huge dump. OTHERWISE this year I’m grateful for the very open winter we’ve had. Spring is coming, Lou.
I enjoyed writing that post because it reminded me on a day when I just had to shovel four inches of fresh snow, that spring was coming indeed!
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This is familiar: the effort made to find evidence of spring, waaayy to early, ha ha. But there are signs, tiny signs, that are so meaningful when they happen, and help keep your spirits up for the approach of the big thaw.
Look at that snow! What do the furry overlords make of this?
EEEEEEEEkkkkk!
All of them? Even the doggo?
It was so cold out this morning that he didn’t want to go out. Tomorrow will be worse.
What happens regarding the, erm, bathroom situation, if he doesn’t want to go out? (Genuine question from someone who’s never had a dog.)
It’s very hurried, no lengthy wandering to find the ideal site. In and out.