We are past my birthday in mid February now and can see hope for spring's warmup. Days are longer, light returns, but winter hangs on like a sour sullen old man. Our livestock working area has become a glacier, winter's regular snowfalls melting under the increasingly powerful sun, then refreezing at night into a sloping treacherous surface. Out of storage come the pull on spikes so necessary to staying upright.
It is snow season with ten plus inches expected this week and steady high winds. We will have to remind ourselves that the ice is down there. But soon the winter will slowly leave our south sloping yard exposed to thaw and firming up.
Meanwhile the lilacs at our back door show swelling buds, telling me that the time to prune might have been two or three weeks ago. Green shows under snow in the pastures. We hurry to keep up with Nature's steady pace.
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