Winter is finally finished or at least I thought so. A bit of snow the last two days has me wondering.
The melt was fast – a few flakes here and there. Well good riddance. Take your frigid fingers and go.
I’m rather anxious to get out into the garden. Just the other day it was in the high 50s and I was out trimming back the dead from the honeysuckle and wisteria. Both should have exceptional blooms this year.
There is quite a bit of garden clean up to do as I leave all the spent stalks from the previous years growth for winter interest.
The black bears are out and about. Just this afternoon while walking around the lodge taking a look at the chinking at the roof line I turned the corner to find myself within heart palpitation distance of a sizable bear and her cub. I stood as calmly as I could, my eyes quickly searching for the best route in which to head just in case.
She was as startled as I and sized me up across the twenty or so feet between us. She then turned her head slightly and let out a soft grunt at her cub which was gazing out at me from behind her and then looked back at me. I began to back away slowly but then she turned grunted and she and her cub sauntered off into the lower wood.
Exhilarating. Yes indeed, spring is here.
I fetched myself a fresh cup of coffee and returned to the kitchen deck and sat out in the invigoratingly cold sun surmising the gardens.
A couple of birds investigated the large ball of sheep’s wool that hangs near the kitchen door. It is simply a netting filled with wool which the birds love for their nest building. Another sign of spring I thought as I warmed my hands with my coffee mug.
It was then that I could hear the familiar song of a robin. Spring.
Just then it started snow. Again. sigh.
