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There is green emerging – new grass – up at the top of this westerly slope, just in front of the fallen down barn. It’s yet another sign of Spring, following closely as it does on the heels of the disappearing snow, and preceding the sound of peepers from these wetlands by a couple of weeks. Spring has returned!
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I remain quite fond of these north country winters, harsh though they may be. Snowshoeing a quiet forest at dusk under a waxing moon, shoveling the driveway (ok – when the snow is light and the accumulation under 6 inches), feeling the solar gain on an early February day, or just the simple way the season turns you inward – its gifts are manifold. Perhaps the best though, are in the heat and dancing light of a good fire in a wood stove, (complete with a cast iron pot full of water to humidify the air) – these have carried me through many a winter.
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This was the scene late one afternoon in early January at Maple Breeze Farm, about two hours before dark. The temperature that night was headed toward minus five degrees, before the wind chill. It was about twenty at the time of the photo. The cattle (American Milking Devons) were clearly ready for the shelter of the barn, just out of view on the left.
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Though it was only a brief (and unexpected) squall that lasted ten minutes, it was the first time in a few years I have been out walking in a “snow storm”. The light dropped off considerably right before it came through, which should have been a clue to what was coming. Taken with my Samsung Galaxy S4.
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A few years ago, I was driving on a lonesome back road deep in northern VT, shortly before sunrise. I came upon a magnificent draft horse standing alone in a hilly pasture, frosty breath streaming from his nostrils. I quickly pulled over and got out of my car. Alas it was too abrupt a change – the car stopping, the door opening, a human – and it seemed to bring him out of an early morning reverie. He turned his head slowly to look at me, and the moment for the photograph in my mind’s eye had passed. I could only apologize for intruding, and interrupting his communion with the beauty and stillness of that early morning.
This photo above of the English Longhorn came much easier, and though the animal is watchful, I was perhaps less an intrusion. It is the equal to the one that formed in my mind’s eye when I first came upon the scene (which I cannot often say).
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