This capricious spring, shadow and light, the tug of spring and the pull of winter has us anxious and longing for warmer days. One day the blue bowl of sky is so bright and clear it hurts the eye, and the next there is the thin opaque gray dome that bodes of snow. It has been a long winter, filled with sleet and frozen rain and heavy wet snow. The remains of snowbanks along the roadsides smudged and dirty with the sand and gravel flung airborne by the plow trucks, scarred and sooty, and beyond, the fields are sheened with ice from the last mixed storm. It reminds me of childhood when some winters we could strap on ice skates and glide across the frozen fields, our shadows snaking along behind us or dancing ahead in daring.
Salmon Brook Lake in winter
Fifty feet from the house