Saturday, February 27, 2016

Spring? Soon!

Just back from a walk through our local wetland. No sign of skunk cabbage yet. Ground is mostly frozen hard, no give underfoot, unforgiving on the knees and ankles.

trees reflected in pooled water
trees reflected in pooled snow melt
Photo by J. Harrington

moss? Identification?
moss? identification?
Photo by J. Harrington

moss? Identification?
moss? Identification?
Photo by J. Harrington

Today's melting is filling the vernal pools. Some of the mosses(? not my strong point) are starting to brighten. As I recall from last year or the one before, Spring wildflowers arrived here some two or three weeks later than their arrival at William O'Brien State Park about 25 miles south. It's not quite time yet.

To the Thawing Wind

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.