Icicles in the corners of the house directed the melt from the roof to the ground below, joining up to form fantastical creations. The resident Ravens sailed high above calling and swooping in pure joy.
I walked Alice down the road to clear my head. No coat, no scarf, no hat or gloves, just a warm shirt and boots. She bounced along ahead of me. Normally she would be sharp-eyed for squirrels in the woods but since the snowbanks were about 8 feet tall, her vision was pinpointed to what was up ahead. The cracks in the road gave off the warmth from the thawing earth below and the breeze out of the woods was cool. It created a strange feeling of fresh renewal.
As we marched along I heard an owl calling near the wetlands. Snow clumps from the tall pines plopped onto the road.
When the “load limit” signs come out on our country roads, it means just one thing:
the first day of temperatures above 20 degrees and no snow brings the hope of spring.