Every winter has its spring.
~ H.G. Wells

March has arrived!

It’s officially — or unofficially spring — depending on who you ask. March 1st marks meteorological spring, while March 20th brings astronomical spring with the vernal equinox. Either way, the frozen season is fading and mud season has arrived.
Frozen raindrops in the morning light, shine like jewels as they melt on the spruce trees. Winter tries to hang on.

Once the calendar turns to March, I’m always eager for warmer days and the first snow crocuses to bloom in my yard. But winter never releases its grip quickly. The transition into spring is slow and melting. Winter fractures and breaks like the ice on the river, looking like small continents drifting across an icy sea. 

Sunlight grows brighter and warmer, and the days stretch longer. The birds sense the shifting of seasons and start singing their hopeful spring songs, like a promise of what’s ahead.

Green shoots and daffodil buds are bravely emerging early beside a sun-warmed brick wall — a little prelude to the colorful blooms that will soon follow. 

Vernal pools are filling again with melted snow, their surfaces covered with a thin glaze of stubborn ice. Bit by bit, the snow and ice are retreating by degrees as winter slowly dissolves.  

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