We got out of town without a moment to spare. It was Personal Document Shredding Day in Holden and you can never be sure if things might get out of control.
The road through the woods, well-sheltered by a tent of evergreens, still had snow and ice. A lot. A couple of feet thick in places, mushy and rutted, but still snow and ice. Our Subaru, sure-footed, could still easily slide off the hard pack in the middle and into the culvert. We stopped the car mid-way and went on foot.
Between these mini-glaciers was soft ground where your feet settled in for a few inches. We turned the corner and walked into a patch of sunlight. There the road was firm and dry, making the walking easy. A hundred feet later and we're back into winter.
The ice-out contest on Queen Lake takes place at the north end of the lake. Two things happen there - the sun shines strong and the prevailing northwest winds generally push the ice toward our cove. So, while Queenie fell into the lake last week, we still have a half a foot of hard ice around our dock.
Things are in good order. Some branches came down, but nothing major and no damage.
We have a lot of work planned for this year. Knowing that but also knowing that the snow and ice and mud will hang on through the rest of the month puts us in an odd space. It's spring, but it's not. We have much to do, but not yet.
To every thing there is a season, right? If the seasons are muddled, then the things can be muddled, too, I guess. There's a lot of work to do, but not yet. Don't you just love those life lessons?
From the public beach, we look north and see plenty of ice remaining. A few ducks have come in to enjoy the patches of open water. They've got duck things to do. They're ready for spring as well.
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