Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Here they come again, or soon will. The lakes and ponds hereabouts are still partially or wholly frozen but a few more days of this false spring will produce open water and then there will be geese. And arctic swans. And redwing blackbirds. Already the chickadees have switched from 'chick-a-dee-dee-dee' to 'hey sweetie' and the turkey toms are displaying in the trees at the back of the lawn.
The lawn, alas, is slush. The laneway and the roadway are both quakes of miserable mud. The cluster flies have come out of hibernation and are bombing the windows - I have put the screens back on.
But, who cares. Any day now my daffodil garden will appear out of the slush and spring will have, officially, arrived.