It Might as Well be Spring

Perry and I were in the Poconos a few weeks ago and it was plenty cold. When we first got there we cranked up the heat and stoked up the fire. We turned on the water heater and the water pump, opened the faucet and ... well, nothing!

Our pipes had frozen for the second time this winter. Happily the plumber was able to thaw out the pipes without so much as a how-do-you-do and, eighty dollars poorer, we settled in to enjoy our cabin.

The next day we were up and about--putting a new lock on the crawlspace door, insulating pipes--but also finding time to just lie about and relax.

In such a still moment these deer might of wandered by--as they did on another day in Old Marcel Lakes Estates where our cabin lives. But they didn't. The idea is right though.

Just out of sight, under the snow and beyond the turkey mound, something was there: winter's defeat, a not-too-distant yelp of spring getting ready to make things a little crazy.

Here we go again.