Archive for Monday, March 23, 2015

Musing from the Hill, March 26

March 23, 2015

Did you remember to check your fire alarms when you set your clocks forward for daylight saving time? Perhaps batteries need to be replaced. Gas and smoke detectors should also be checked. Remember the adage “An ounce of precaution is worth a pound of cure!”

We are enjoying a welcome burst of spring weather. Lest we forget, March can be “iffy.” I do not believe spring has truly arrived until I hear spring peepers, frogs and trilling in State Lake. When they trill, I relax and believe spring has truly sprung. If the daffodils at my home on the hill on the southern exposure of the garage path push their leaves above ground and violet leaves appear, surely “welcome sweet springtime we can greet thee with song and soft notes of bird song will fall on the ear” – (thank you Robert Browning).

Has anyone heard geese flying overhead? I heard their calls a few nights ago, although they have been here all winter on the little lakes on Rt. 12 or the entrance to State Lake. If someone is feeding them, I surely would like to contribute. I believe many are supplying food for the resident wild turkeys. I can no longer feed them because I had to temporarily move into town.

Let us hope March, which came in like a lion, will go out like a lamb. “The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” (Allison 1853-1932) Spring officially arrived March 20. Birds are not yet calling loudly to defend their territory. In winter, male and female cardinals fight at the feeders. When courting season begins all changes and now the male tenderly feeds his hoped-for mate choice tidbits. We all look forward to the first robin of spring although many remain all winter and are spotted in the winter bird count.

Before a series of strokes vainly tried to “do me in,” I often drove on the leafless back roads around the lake. I found hidden creeks, small ponds deep gullies and old cellar holes the remained from homesteads long forgotten. Tree trunks stand naked, revealing their different bark patterns. Shag barked hickory is well named. Their bark sticks out in sharp ragged points giving a hair-like shaggy look. March is not one of my favorite months — everything looks dreary, downcast and depressing.

April will soon be here trailing her bright green tresses with promises to keep. The sun will shine brightly, rain will fall lightly. When the first oak leaf is as big as a mouse’s ear, planting time is here.

Daylight saving time changed our lives. When I was a child, my favorite book of poems was “A Child’s Garden of Verses” by Robert Lewis Stevenson. I wonder if children still read this book. Probably not, as action on TV seems to have taken over and quiet joy of poetry reading is a thing of the past.

“In winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle light. In the summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day… and does it not seem hard to you, when all the sky is clear and blue and I should like so much to play, to have to go to bed by day.”


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