Anyone looking at these photos might understandably doubt my assertion that spring has arrived. We still have 1-2 feet of snow throughout the yard. Temperatures linger below freezing past breakfast. In fact, the iced tea I store on the back porch overnight flows around a frozen chunk at 11 am.
But even my chickens know that spring has arrived; they have started to lay eggs daily.
The sun, which barely rose above tree top level in February now soars overhead, granting us 15+ hours of sun per day, so we retired the floor lamps to an outbuilding until September. Outside, the snow surface is degrading. Along south and west facing hills it is sloughing down in sinuous lines. In flat meadows it is pitted and pockmarked as it settles. A sole pool of water is widening in one shallow spot along the lakeshore - perhaps the first spot where pike will spawn.
But even my chickens know that spring has arrived; they have started to lay eggs daily.
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| The snow recedes |
The sun, which barely rose above tree top level in February now soars overhead, granting us 15+ hours of sun per day, so we retired the floor lamps to an outbuilding until September. Outside, the snow surface is degrading. Along south and west facing hills it is sloughing down in sinuous lines. In flat meadows it is pitted and pockmarked as it settles. A sole pool of water is widening in one shallow spot along the lakeshore - perhaps the first spot where pike will spawn.
