Sensations of Spring

If you have to wear your dad's vintage German playsuit, you should pair it with something girly, like a flashy red bonnet.
If you have to wear your dad's vintage German playsuit, you should pair it with something girly, like a flashy red bonnet.
Another vintage German throwback - Geoff's old hand-powered drill. A great way to pass a winter's afternoon
Another vintage German throwback - Geoff's old hand-powered drill. A great way to pass a winter's afternoon
Oh, did you need something? Because if not, I'm very busy dunking all your TP.
Oh, did you need something? Because if not, I'm very busy dunking all your TP.
They love cracking and eating walnuts and chestnuts. And also, throwing them all over the floor.
They love cracking and eating walnuts and chestnuts. And also, throwing them all over the floor.
Playing in the snow is exhausting.
Playing in the snow is exhausting.

I could write a book about all the things that happen while mama is in the bathroom. Usually, G follows me in the bathroom and cries until I let her sit on my lap. The bathroom door doesn't lock anymore (thanks C, for hanging on the handle...). But this particular day, she found something else more engaging. I had mixed feelings about this. If she's crying in front of me, at least I know what she's up to. Then out of nowhere, I hear, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" followed by "eeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" and from the other one, more "NO! NO! NO! AAAAA!"

So thinking this might have involved one of the Big Three (blood, smoke, or broken glass), I jumped up and immediately ran to see what was the matter. They were jumping up and down on the bed with excitement.

"It's No-ing! It's No-ing! Wook at all this no! Isn't it beautiful?"

Snow.

My first week driving in Waterville, I was ticked off that people just drove right around me when i stopped to make a turn, even though there was only one lane. The roads are very wide. Now I know why - so there is room for the snow banks by the end of winter. At this point, the streets are a normal width.

Even though the ground is still snowy white, there are quiet, tectonic changes occurring. It's easy to walk by and not pay attention. But because winter is all new to me, the subtleties grab my attention.

This week, when I held the banister on my way down for the morning, it felt warm from the sun.

The news reported the ice cutting boats making their way up the Kennebec River to prevent flooding (how loud that is!). An opening parade of spring.

Pine needles and other pieces of plants litter the snow, indicating it's been awhile since we've had fresh snowfall.

Blue skies are slightly paler. No more deep blue bluebird skies...now just normal sky blue blue.

Suddenly, you can smell smells outdoors again. Sure, it's still the smell of wood burning, but it's something.

You can hear dogs barking outside again from time to time.

Pedestrians.

For the first time in months, I felt my hair brush my back.

I haven't worn long underwear in 48 hours.

Some faint color is appearing in the trees again. Pastels...pale orange, faint pinks...perhaps this is just due to ice & snow having dropped off.

Puddles are appearing here and there.

My children hand me rocks and sticks.

On the side of the road, you'll see signs again for craft fairs that occurred last November.

For the first time since fall, it wasn't pitch black when I put them in their pajamas.

Last night during dinner, I saw a break in the clouds where the sun was setting. (Two months ago, this may have occurred around 4 pm)

The buds of the staghorn sumac are shriveled and very dark.

The woodpile is shrinking, but not disappearing as quickly as it was.

It rained.

Water dropped onto my neck from the roof.

There is a constant trickling sound outdoors.

The call of a new bird appeared this week. Sparrows.

More and more deer appear by the road.

The bottoms of trees look wet. Lots of things look wet.

Humidity! Not much, but the water in the steamer on top of the wood stove isn't disappearing as quickly.

Snow isn't fluffy, just crumply and crunchy, like the life has melted out of it, leaving you with a delicate ice scaffolding. Snow decay.

You can begin to see people's front steps again. And also some roofs and *gasp* I saw my first patch of grass in town yesterday.