Typically, the walk that Julia and I took today happens, oh, in April. Where we go out back, for the first time without snowshoes, walk the tracks and checkout the rising water. But, this year we did it today. About 3 weeks early. For the last two days we’ve had 70 degree weather. In Northern Maine. There are times when we don’t see 70 in June, much less May and April, but March?
The river is about a quarter of a mile from the tracks, and I’m standing right on the tracks where I took this picture. Yup, its rising. We didn’t walk to the island, but that might be an adventure for the weekend.
The river always rises, always threatens, always rages. We’ve flooded before, but I don’t think we will this year, as no rain is in the forecast. But, we’ll see, Mama Nature has her own plan.
Julia always comments on the ‘blue’ of the ice. It’s one of those colors that looks odd in the water, dirty water, dirty snow and this liquid clear blue that is oddly surreal.
Also, the ducks are back. And the Geese. A month early. Give or take. I’m rather excited to see what summer brings this year.
It hasn’t snowed all that much this winter (come on, folks! A few winters ago we had 200 inches of snow!). Yesterday I got home and snowblowed my drive, at least, part of it so that my Yaris wouldn’t get caught on a drift (it’s a small car!). This morning we got up to Ricky plowing our drive (he does a wonderful job) and a nice, crisp, cool, yet sunny day was unfolding – so, of course, the camera came out.
There is nothing like the blue of the sky the day after a snow storm. I don’t know why, maybe it’s the contrast of the blue and the white, or the cold and the sky. I truly don’t care. It’s always breathtaking. The sun lights up the snow, it sparkles and twinkles, it’s pretty.
A camera can’t capture, no matter how hard we try, the perfection of nature sometimes.
The sun warmed the icicles on the back of our garage, one drop at a time fell back to the earth, changed from one composition to another – just a simply pretty sight.
So, as much as we complain about the snow, it is brilliant to look at. While it’s cold, it brings a simple beauty to our world, covering things up, accenting others. Instead of stopping and smelling the roses, we can stop and take in the winter beauty.