Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Flowing Gently Toward Spring

Here and there, the rivers are open and flowing easily. There is the steady gurgle of water moving along underneath the translucent ice of my beaver ponds in the highlands.

Geese have begun to return to the highlands and so have the ducks - there are legions of sleek green-headed mallards congregating along local waterways, and it is comical to see them sitting happily in the snow along the shoreline with their tail feathers wagging. I saw the first turkey vulture of the season yesterday afternoon as I returned home from a trip into the core of the city, and the cardinals visiting the feeders have already paired up for the nesting season, as have the local sparrows and house finches.

There are still several weeks of cold weather and snow to endure here in the north, but Lady Spring is on her way, and I can hear Her breathing somewhere beyond the hill.


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I look at your site almost daily.
Really do not have the words to share about the beauty of your photography. Oh, I wish I had that talent.
I truly enjoy your sharing.

Peter Clothier said...

Lovely pictures, lovely words. Glad I found your site. I'll keep coming back...

Suzanne said...

Cate, another one of your pictures where I feel I could stretch out my hand and feel the snow. Beautiful!

I saw robins here a couple of weeks ago and they are all singing their spring sounds even though we've had some snow, their faith prevailed. Birds are so full of joy.

Thank you for the beautiful vision of spring.

Steve Emery said...

Beautiful photo, as always. The further we get into our Carolina spring, the more exotic and strange it is to read your blog. Here it's hard to look anywhere outside without seeing a blooming tree or shrub, magnolia, cherry, Bradford pear, quince, forsythia, lonicera fragrantissima, and the air is full of their perfumes. The Carolina wrens are already so far into their first brood of the year that we no longer hear their shrill, rhythmic mating cries in the mornings. Our three month long span of daffodil and narcissus varieties is already half over, and we've sadly said goodbye to several until next year, and joyfully greeted some of the middle crowd. And then I see your photos and it's like visiting another world.

Shelli said...

Yippee! Spring is coming!