This started out so well. Then I remembered last year, and the year before.
Late March. Noon. Wind chill: 4
While we pout, Nature cautiously unfolds this year’s Spring
Two weeks ago: a friend of a friend said the warblers had changed their songs, which means spring is imminent
Last week: a friend of a friend said the goldfinches are back to yellow
Thursday: two noisy pairs of Canada geese return to the neighbor’s pond
Saturday night, in the dark: the snowdrops (weeks late) pop up full-grown, snapping open like a hundred tiny white umbrellas
…and the geese went over all day Sunday.
The geese lift my heart like a kite in March, hoping…
But to my feet, the ground is hard unyielding frozen.
One year ago: snow: Mother’s Day, May
Two years ago: heavy snow: Earth Day, April
Maples with massive broken limbs, dangling. Young maples split, twisted, and laid their crowns on the ground.
Even the daffodils, able to withstand a little bit of a freeze now and then, were overcome, ice exploding their veins. They wilted, twisted, and lay rotting on the ground.
the hard unyielding frozen ground.
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