A friend of mine on Facebook® posted a link to an old Wayne and Schuster skit about the Ides of March and the stabbing of Ceasar. I giggle-snorted through the whole thing – a timeless piece for sure. For those who know, Ceasar’s wife cried out, “Julie, don’t go!”
The sun was shining brightly and by late morning the temperature had risen to +8ºC. There was a breeze that made it feel a little cooler, but standing with the sun beating on my face it felt like a lovely almost-spring day! In other areas of Canada, especially around Vancouver, BC, the crocuses are blooming heralding spring. Here in New Brunswick, ice has receded from the ponds, streams and fields and small buds are appearing on branches.
A photo club friend of mine suggested that one way to stop sinking into a morass of depression due to the onslaught of news eminating from the country to our south would be to get outside. She was right – a walk in the sunshine, camera in hand, was just what was needed.
The ground is still frozen so farmers aren’t ready to till their fields just yet, but things are waking up. These cattail pods from last year are about to burst and disseminate their seeds on the wind.
The ice is receding from the beaver pond down the road making it easier for the inhabitants to get out and introduce their babies to the big world outside.
Further down the road a ramp over a ditch on a snowmobile trail stands as a silent testament to a short season of wild riding.
Buds are popping out on branches of bushes along the roadside and the trees behind them.
Streams are opening up. For now they are quietly burbling over branches in the way, but as the snow from further north in the province melts, I suspect they will be rushing over their banks to wash the detritus of winter away in anticipation of new growth.
A lonely clump of choke cherries somehow missed by the birds last fall stands out among the branches not yet hidden by any leaves.
There is hope, folks. Get out and take it all in when you can!
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