Spring, Almost… March 19, 2013
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Charlemont MA, deer, snow, Spring, winter
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Today, Monday, is two days short of the official start of Spring.
But this is Massachusetts, where we don’t care about no stinking calendar.
So the day began with our yard threatening to “green up,” the grass nearly bare of snow.
While making breakfast, I snapped this shot of deer grazing out past our slumbering garden:
…taken through an unfortunately filthy window, as Winter tends to render them before a real Spring cleaning. I didn’t have the proper lens on hand, so this is a severe crop of a larger photo. All-in-all, I’m satisfied with the result.
I spent the bulk of the day loading split wood onto the porch in anticipation of the predicted winter storm, then bombed off to Berkshire county to deliver a framed photo to my friend Tim. I was pleased by his reception of the piece and humbled by his refusal of the Good Friend Discount.
Thanks, Tim. I’ll remember that.
On the way home the weather caught up to me, and by the time I hit Charlemont it was snowing:
We’re expecting 10″ or more, and judging by the way it’s coming down, we might not be disappointed!
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Top photo reminds me: For many years, the old apple orchard (which, despite the Ag Extension Agent advising my dad that the trees were aged beyond fruiting and should be cut down, were loaded down every year) was a regular stop for herd of deer, which was matriarched by a huge albino doe. Sometimes there’d be a couple dozen deer around the laden June apple tree.
Bottom photo reminds me: Winter does still exist. 🙂
Cuz, that must have been beautiful to watch. It also points out the folly of deferring to “experts” form the government – local knowledge is frequently superior!
In like a lion. Out like a lion.
Exactly! Now let’s see how April does it! 🙂
Nice pictures and I’m glad your friend insisted on the fair price rather than the discounted one.
A year ago at this time spring was well underway. This year winter is holding onto every last moment of its time. Who’d have expected New Englanders to be trekking through snow drifts to get their zeppoles on St. Joseph’s Day?