This past week has been glorious with winters snow in full retreat. The stream beside the house is running high and I lie in bed drifting off to sleep with its roar in my ears. The pond has drawn lines where the ice is splitting, huge cracks appearing, freezing at night and thawing wider and deeper during the day. I can hardly bear to be inside; I don't want to miss a moment of the wonder of spring.
|The first crack appears on the pond, 2015|
|A leaf, stuck in a crack, 2015|
|The mending of the cracks, 2015|
|ice pulling away from the edge of the pond, 2015|
|Layers of ice, 2015|
|And at dusk, the first reflections, 2015|