George Winston has a delightful album by the title Winter into Spring. We haven't played it for several years. Soon it should be time to dig it out and enjoy it once again. It's going to be really interesting this year to see how the winter we've had, and its lingering effects, affect the arrival of Spring in Minnesota. Warmer, less snowy winters at least allow for the possibility of an early Spring. This year not so much.
Canada geese, Trumpeter swans © harrington
In 2010, by mid-March, geese and swans had returned to water that was just starting to open up. Based on this year's current extended weather forecast, I'm not really expecting to see open water before the last week of the month. Nor do I expect local roads to have melted as much by March 11, 2014 as they had by that date last year.
Snow pack melting from roads © harrington
Local meteorologists, folks who live along our streams and rivers, local officials and the ACoE are probably all hoping for a gradual thaw. Some of us who have had more than enough of Winter are hoping that it's not too gradual. At least through mid month, I count only 6 days forecast to be above freezing. I could more readily live with nights that refreeze if more days held the promise of melting. But, for better or worse, none of us get to vote on that except through our carbon footprints. Anyhow, I seem to recall that for a long time, March was Minnesota's snowiest month. That honor now seems to have been assigned to January, at least for the Minneapolis / St. Paul area. That's probably a step in the right direction. Billy Collins describes the kind of Spring day I'm looking for. (Today is not it, yet).)
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throwopen all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick pathsand the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlightthat you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweighton the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitantsfrom their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,well, today is just that kind of day.
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