(Bob) The past couple weeks ushered in the official start of spring. We try to be outside as much as we can, soaking up the warmth, listening to the birds, and eagerly anticipating the avalanche of green that's about to happen.
The skunk cabbage is up behind the beaver pond, with its vibrant, almost plastic-looking yellow flowers and its... vibrant... scent. I've done a couple river walks recently; the water's still painfully cold, but with the sun shining and swallows swooping and ducks milling and no one else on the water, it's too hard to resist. Plus, I don't want to wear my waders anymore. And I'm a moron.
The deer still loiter, but in fewer numbers and for less of the day. With snow melting so quickly and warm days and grasses and water plants emerging all over, the deer are wandering.
Wild strawberries are sending their tendrils all over, racing to flower and fruit before the ferns and tansy (and everything else) tower over them. Inside, we have many (many (many)) seed packets, flowers and veggies, ready to be popped in a peat pellet before going into our wee garden. There's still snow in shady spots, and across the river there's still quite a bit.
A drift boat came by today. The afternoon was beautiful and warm, so I didn't bother to tell Mr. Fisherman we haven't seen a single jump or bird of prey fishing yet. Being outside is enough; accomplishing stuff can come later.
Tom and Susan opened their cabin last weekend, and Jim and Peggy (and Sydney and Peyton) are due this weekend. That's maybe the real marker of spring... when family arrive. As much as we love and cherish the solitude of winter at The "Cabin", it's also very fun to get our cool neighbors back.
