Monday, March 5, 2012
A sure sign of spring - or maybe not
They were disappointed I'm sure when we returned the house after a brief expedition outside. They were covered on one side with a coating of icy snow crystals and glad of a towelling off.
So when my friend who lives near Hastings, a tiny community in central Ontario, sent me this photograph of a robin, I remembered that my brother in Toronto had spoken of robins that his son's dogs had spotted in the ravines. Spring we all said enthusiastically! Then.
And as I look outside today at the beautiful white blanket that has been refreshed again during the night, immaculate in many places still (not for long after the birds and dogs have been about) I wonder.
Again I think of climate change. Is that the reason for this untoward severity in what has been till now a mild and grey winter? No say the weather specialists - it's common to have storms in March. But the well below freezing temperatures, frosty breath of dogs, cats and me when outside say, oh please, let's have spring sooner rather than later.
It's been an unusual season - this not quite winter. And while I don't mind, actually I quite enjoy getting out the snowshoes and the skiis and moving about the property like that for a change (much easier than walking believe me) - I am now longing for planting season, to get my pond re-dug, re-lined and my fish back into it. To see the flower and leaf buds that keep swelling, open, not drop off the trees because it's been too cold and they have to start again. That would be so sweet.
But we get what we get. So today I'm going to put my skiis on again and enjoy what sun there is. And hope Mr. (or Ms.) Robin was safe during the winds and will be able to find something to eat (sumach, berries, something) for the next week or so...and then maybe? Possibly? Spring?
What do you think?