Just before last week, Winter was feeling feisty. In a display of late season bullying, there was a polar sucker punch to the area and a general arctic malaise soaked the shoreline. There was an increasing feeling that Spring was not going to come out of its shell and express itself. Ever. Then Winter died. Suddenly. It might have been a calendar related coronary event or, more likely, Winter did not socially distance itself far enough from Spring and was waylaid by the Wuhan Flu. Whatever. Now one thing is for certain: there is no stopping Spring; the Trillium will soon be here. And I for one welcome our new seasonal overlord. I'd like to remind Spring that as a trusted internet thingy we can be helpful in rounding up snowboarders and sledders to toil in its tapping fields and golf courses.
The squirrels seem to be more excited and jumpy. It could be the death of Winter, the arrival of Spring, or something else.
