March 13, 2019
In Maine spring starts modestly, but beautifully, with the sound of water on the move. It’s not that winter doesn’t have its days of thaw—opportunities for slush and black ice—but they’re not sustained. They don’t mark the start of transition into an entirely different landscape, one based on the liquid rather than the crystalline form of water, a landscape rich with the sound of flow.
Streaming from the eaves
splashing onto pools of ice—
snowmelt and sunlight.
Feb. 13, 2018
From Groundhog Day onward the pace at which day length increases picks up exponentially here in the northern latitudes. (We are about 44 degrees N.) Right now, in mid-February, we have about 10 hours of day length. By the spring equinox, just a little over a month away, we will have two more. Each day brings a leap forward into increasing light. Even we humans register this. There is plenty of snow cover and life is still spare, but small changes are afoot.
Chipmunks show their face,
deer crisscross the woods with trails–
all things sense more light.
Deer seek shelter through the height of winter in their primary wintering areas. These offer shelter, but usually not a lot of food. When temperatures–and light–increase deer are more likely to venture out to secondary areas seeking food. The deer that left the tracks in this photo bedded down nearby our house and foraged under our apple tree at dawn. I’m sorry to have no picture to offer of the chipmunks. I saw my first one since November two days ago. Today, with temperatures in the upper twenties and plenty of sunshine, I’ve seen several running over the snow, tails held high. The spring mating season normally starts in March.