Saturday, April 13, 2019

My Backyard: Waiting for Spring (2019)


It has been a long winter, yet all winters in Canada are long, and some seem/are longer than others. How does one measure or take account of such things? There is always photographs to support an assertion or two, so in support of this effort at finding truth, here is a photographic record of my backyard for the third month of this year, and the changes it has undergone as winter turned into spring. Spring officially arrived at 5:58 p.m. on March 20th. It is said that Spring is about Hope and hope springs eternal, as Alexander Pope writes in his poem, An Essay on Man (1733–1734). Spring is also when many birds return, and when you hear their calls of life. So wonderful.

March 14, 2019: The yard is still snow covered and the steps have visible ice. Temperatures have not sufficiently risen to do a good job of melting the snow, let alone warming the ground so it softens.
Courtesy: ©2019. Perry J. Greenbaum

March 20, 2019: In the morning, before the official arrival of Spring at 5:58 p.m. The steps are almost clear of snow and ice. The far end of the yard is showing patches of grass, sprung free by the  warming and thawing rays of sunlight.
Courtesy: ©2019. Perry J. Greenbaum

March 26, 2019: The grass is all but free of snow and ice, and all that remains evident of winter is the patch of ice on our small patio.
Courtesy: ©2019. Perry J. Greenbaum

April 3, 2019: Only a small patch of snow remains, yet the ground is still hard and will likely remain so for a few more weeks, until the temperature remains well above freezing—at least 15°C (60°F) for a week or so.
Courtesy: ©2019. Perry J. Greenbaum

Between now and the end of April, my experience tells me that it will slowly become more spring-like, But now we see that it is only the end of winter here in Canada, and is an in-between period before the evidence of spring finally manifests. My backyard has seen snow and ice pellets the last week, not unexpected or uncommon events for Canada. Still, impatience takes hold as it battles hope.

Waiting is hard when one expects something good to happen, but such is still more bearable than having no expectation of the occurrence of such an event. Ever. Never. Forever. Humans are forever fickle and forgetful; was it not the same last year and the year before that, and so on? And on. One of Spring’s welcome signs is the increase in the sightings of birds and the hearings of their songs. Music to my ears. And my backyard welcomes it too.

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