This morning we briefly glimpsed the East end of a West bound deer. A couple of days ago we drove past two tom turkeys as they walked from the roadside ditch into the woods. Today, the Better Half [BH] told us she heard the black-capped chickadee's Spring song -- fee-bee. Early next week we should/could see some melting. Yesterday, for the first time in months, we saw puddles on the road. The sun's strength has again reached a point where it can warm the black-topped roadway to a temperature that melts some of the snow and ice covering. Even our own Eeyore-ish gloom and doom attitude and perspective is beginning to brighten and, we can see the end of February from here.
bare-branched chickadee
Photo by J. Harrington
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February whitetail
Photo by J. Harrington
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Soon we hope to be able to safely retire our YakTrax until next winter and trade our winter parka for a spring rain jacket and sweater. We've almost, but not quite, made it through another winter. We bet that's also what the folks in Texas thought last week and those out East were hoping was true a few days ago. Please repeat after us "dumping greenhouse gases into our atmosphere has already lead to climate weirding."
Horoscope
Maureen N. McLaneAgain the white blanket icicles pierce. The fierce teeth of steel-framed snowshoes bite the trail open. Where the hardwoods stand and rarely bend the wind blows hard an explosion of snow like flour dusting the baker in a shop long since shuttered. In this our post-shame century we will reclaim the old nouns unembarrassed. If it rains we'll say oh there's rain. If she falls out of love with you you'll carry your love on a gold plate to the forest and bury it in the Indian graveyard. Pioneers do not only despoil. The sweet knees of oxen have pressed a path for me. A lone chickadee undaunted thing sings in the snow. Flakes appear as if out of air but surely they come from somewhere bearing what news from the troposphere. The sky's shifted and Capricorns abandon themselves to a Sagittarian line. I like this weird axis. In 23,000 years it will become again the same sky the Babylonians scanned.
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