Here we are, at the end of March. Finally, finally, the weather seems to be softening. We still have plenty of snow, as the following pictures indicate, but the days have been sunny and if not exactly warm, at least not quite as cold.
The mud and grit have arrived, a little late. All those March snowstorms have put us at least two weeks behind where we usually are this time of year. All we can do is hope that the thaw is quick. Such a mess, inside and out.
However, rather than brood about the mud, I’ll turn to the Kennebec River, which is beautiful and fascinating no matter the season.
Here is a picture Clif took on Saturday. While the middle of the river flows clear, the edges are lined with some pretty impressive ice chunks.
Here is a closer look. Luckily, a bird (a crow?) decided to fly by just as I was snapping the shot, and this will give you some sense of the scale of those massive ice chunks.
I can’t even begin to guess when those chunks will be completely melted. Mid-April? End of April? I suppose it depends on how warm the weather is.
Meanwhile, back at our little homestead, with snow-gauge Clif.
Here is the front yard. Still a lot of snow, but the driveway has begun to make an appearance. In our yard, that counts as progress.
This week, I’ve also decided to add the backyard, and this, too, will be a regular feature. Over the years, our daughter Shannon has come up with a birthday wish—that all the snow will be gone from the patio before her birthday, April 22.
As you can see, the patio has a long way to go, and it looks very doubtful that the snow will be gone by April 22.
But we shall see.
Finally, here is a picture to show that although it looks as though central Maine is still in winter’s frozen grip, spring is slowly, slowly coming. Note the red buds on the tree.
Perhaps the finches are even discussing when nest building should begin.
Not quite yet.