I decided to see what is happening outside today. It was 75% sunny which drew me out of the house. It was only 29 degrees and windy--not springy at all. I had hoped for more, but I really did want to formally say good-bye to most snow and temperatures in the teens. I heard children playing outside and morning doves cooing. I thought, "Good omens of what is yet to come."
As I walked down to the field, I noticed a myriad of what looked like large snowballs of different sizes and shapes. These were created by snow plows plowing through snow and ice from this last week. They looked like parts of something that didn't belong anymore. I was to meet my son Eric and his two dogs, but they were far into the field, so I trekked toward the beach area of our lake.
Canadian honkers on the beach shore literally honked at my intrusion and flew away. Across the lake swans were swimming in the melted sections of the lake. The lake was not frozen for very long or at any long period this winter. When we first moved here almost 24 years ago, we could take snowmobiles on the lake and ice fish. This hasn't been happening lately. Global warming? I don't know. What I do know, Indiana winters are much milder. Since I'm not a winter person, that suits me just fine.
On the way home, I noticed some green plants reaching for the sky already--probably bulbs of some kind. I also picked up a few notable rocks which I have been doing since I was a child. I'm in a zone when I look/choose rocks. It's a zone just for me and my thoughts. When people go on vacation, I ask for a rock or a shell if they are on beaches--the best gifts and souvenirs ever.
On my way back to the yard, I picked up the morning paper.
What better way to spend a Saturday morning with winter saying its good-byes, spring peaking through the dirt, birds wanting to be noticed, rocks wanting to be added to my rock pile, and newspapers waiting to be read with my last cup of coffee of the day.
Not only is the weather warming up, but so is my writing.