The Long Winter seems to be exiting just in time for May. We can only hope. Last weekend the temperatures soared to about 70 degrees (21 C) and our snow began to melt, melt, melt.
We humans scurried outside, sun and warmth-deprived creatures, and we luxuriated.
I found an old cushion and sat with my back against maples and poplars and spruce, trying to feel the sap rising up my back.
Sat and delighted in Spring.
After a while thought that perhaps–just perhaps–you might want to see some snow melt photos. Grabbed the Canon Rebel and slopped through the wet snow in boots. Followed the sound of rushing streams.
Oh how loud the woods sound during melt-time! It’s almost deafening. The rivers crescendo. The background noise almost interferes with cell phone conversations. My daughter sighed as she remembered the rushing woods river sound.
“I haven’t heard that sound in years,” she sighed.
A friend called during the week. Would we be interested in buying maple syrup? Her son was tapping trees; they were boiling the sap into sweet syrup.
Yes, indeed! I bought four containers. One for us, one for each child, and one for another special someone, yet nameless, due to gift-giving etiquette.
One night I couldn’t sleep. The full moon rose in the southeast. I put on Grandma’s old 1969 snowmobile suit, grabbed the cushion, quietly tiptoed outside, and propped up against a nearby spruce. The rushing stream-river gushed as background music.
The full moon leaned her chin on the branch of another spruce tree and sang her own orb-song. It felt like a magical moment.
Rivers flood their banks every day. Roads wash out. Flood advisories and warnings appear hourly.
There’s still many feet of snow up in the high country and it must all rush down, down, down toward Lake Superior. We’re in the path of melting snow. Stay alert, drivers! That dirt road up ahead may not be safe…
We cleaned out our shed this weekend. Barry’s bringing bags and bags of garbage to Charley, our garbage collector, this morning.
Isn’t it the best feeling to get rid of what’s no longer needed?
We also brought the deck furniture outside, and Barry began sawing our log pile.
Today promises to be our last exceptionally warm day for a while. Temps will moderate downward toward more typical spring warmth. They’re also predicting possible rain every day for a while.
That’s OK. We’ve had our little taste of summer. We know it’s slowly returning. We’ve survived…
What’s the weather in your neck of the woods? Did you spring clean–inside or out–this weekend?