It’s the latter half of May and after weeks of sitting in the backyard sun, cooking out on the campfire grill, starting the garden work, and contemplating the birds, bugs, and flowers, it snowed last night. It snowed a heap. So much for spring. Well, for today, at least. Of course, I stepped out into the yard and checked my trees. The apple tree was covered (no, COVERED) in blossoms and while snow does not equal freezing or frost (mind = blown?) the chill temperatures are not great for those delicate little flowers-soon-to-be-apples. The dog on the other hand was in her glory. Born in September, our eight month old puppy spent the first couple months of her life with…

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”Wake up! Wake up!” The woodpecker knocks, flying from tree trunk to tree trunk, swooping gracefully between the branches. “Spring is here. Wake up!“ Against the pale white bark of the poplar trees, her red crest hat can be seen by all the creatures of the forest, like a flame alight in dark meadow. “Wake up, poplar!” She knocks. “Wake up, spruce!” “Let us sleep. It is only April. The winter is still not over.” Poplar replies with a shiver of her branches. “Even the ants are still hiding in their burrows. ” Creaks spruce. “Let us be if only for a few more weeks. Wake us when the hares winter white coats have fallen, or when the wasps stir…

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Sunday Runday, and yesterday morning I did some work in the yard, took the dog for a lovely spring walk, sat in the grass, cleaned up some flower beds, and generally enjoyed the spring. This morning we met for a run on icy sidewalks and through ankle-deep snow. These woodpecker winter days are nothing too surprising for anyone who has lived here very long. The gentle-jabbing joke that quickly circulates on text threads between local friends is “ok, who put their snow shovels away for the winter! It must be your fault!” So, surprise… no. But it is still very much a shock to the system when one is expecting something slightly warmer when planning a spring run. I’d already…

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