With the snow rapidly receding in the wake of our record-breaking, near-70 degree temperatures today, the focus shifts to spring. Photo possibilities become something other than winter white. Color gradually begins to work its way back into the landscape.
And what is there to do here in New Hampshire in late winter/early spring? Navigate the frost heaves, for one thing. It’s a good excuse to slow down and admire the view (and save yourself a front-end alignment).
Or … go fishing. This photo was taken in the local hardware store – does your hardware store have a view like this?? The bobhouses have been pulled off the lake, though, and ice fishing probably isn’t recommended at the moment.
Buy some fresh maple syrup. I drove past our local farm yesterday and they were boiling … steam pouring out the roof and the driveway into the place engulfed in mud. Do you know it takes 40 gallons of sap to make one gallon of syrup? A saphouse in March is a sight to behold. Inside, the tastes and smells are even better.
Take a class. The local paper last week offered many to choose from at the high school. This was a topic of conversation at the office today … some were a bit unusual. How about “The Widower’s Guide to Survival”? What about us widows … are we being discriminated against? Or “High End Salads” … Meaning what?? And our favorite, “Spring Babies From Wool Balls.” I don’t even want to go there.
Mud season, sap season, early spring, late winter … call it what you want. It’s the season of hope, of a fresh start, of looking forward to the days to come filled with mosquitoes and blackflies. For now, I’ll stick with the frost heaves.