Posts tagged spring
Posts tagged spring
What a difference a couple of hundred miles can make …
We spent the weekend near Indianapolis, where it’s full-throttle spring. Tees are in bloom, lawns are being mowed, people are sitting on the courthouse steps, eating ice cream cones …
As you drive south, you start to notice the difference around Fort Wayne. The whisper of spring in the Lansing area gradually rises to a hallelujah chorus.
My son mowed his grass for the second time Sunday. Mine still awaits its first clipping.
This patch of snow, on the north side of a tree line at the back of my property, is, as far as I’m concerned, the last feeble stand of a mighty winter.
I predict it won’t make it past Thursday, when the temperature is supposed to reach the mid 60s.
I’ve taken the snowblower off my tractor and removed the chains from the tires. I’ve sharpened my mower blades and tuned up my string trimmer.
The sun is shining, the Tigers remain undefeated and the woods around my house are alive with new songs.
By God, it’s here!
Keep the home fires burning … at least into May
We’ll call this photo “Springtime in Michigan.”
Spring officially starts tomorrow, and I’m down to my final three cords of firewood (of the 12, or so, I prepared for burning this winter).
The question is: Will I run out of wood before we run out of cold weather? It will be a close call.
Ready or not, here they come
Don’t you just love the persistence of nature?
The snow melted just enough Saturday to reveal a few small patches of earth, and these day lilies poking their heads out of the soil.
Having received the mysterious cue - the secret signal - the lilies are compelled to make their appearance, regardless of existing conditions.
The lilies know that weather is superficial - that underneath the outward appearances, the sap is running, the juices are flowing, the rebirth has begun.
The harbingers are piling up like peanut shells
Frankly, I’m no seed catalog connoisseur. When it comes to vegetable gardening, I’m pretty much a tomatoes, onions and lettuce man. Maybe a few basil plants if I’m feeling fancy.
But a seed catalog arriving in the mail is like a sandhill crane ratcheting its way across the sky, or a red-wing black bird at the feeder, or a rack of Peeps at the grocery store. It means that winter’s back is broken.
I’m thinking of taking the snow blower off my tractor this week. I’m considering removing the reflective markers that tell us where our driveway is after a big snowfall. I made a mental note over the weekend to replace the line on my fishing reels. In fact, on Sunday I took my mower blades to the hardware store to get them sharpened.
A man can get a little wild this time of year.