Spring finally has sprung here

A cartoon arrived by e-mail yesterday morning from Patrick Lamontagne that sums up spring.
It is of a brilliant sun, with two silhouettes talking. The first asks, “What is it?” The second replies, “I don’t know, but it’s warm.”
It talks about our spring.
I was in Toronto this past weekend, where their spring season is roughly two weeks ahead of ours. People already were mowing their lawns and fighting the dandelions.
Along many boulevards, cherry trees with their pale pink blossoms were in bloom. The outside air felt warm on the skin even in the evening.
When I left town on Friday morning and drove over the Noden Causeway, the north side of Rainy Lake was dark with ice, though it was quite clear the south side of Rainy was open as far as the eye could see.
At Bear’s Pass, the west wind had shifted some of the ice to the east end of Swell Bay.
Most of the lakes that we drove past en route to Thunder Bay still were covered with ice on the dull, overcast day.
What a change driving home late Sunday afternoon. Not a cloud dotted the sky, and most of the lakes were now free of ice, with only a few having scattered flows on them.
Coming across the Causeway, the west side of the north arm, often referred to as the Canoe Channel, was open.
The radiant heat of the sun streaming through the windshield could be felt on our foreheads and the cab of the truck warmed to the point that the air conditioning was turned on.
Reaching close to Fort Frances, the poplar trees had a very faint green tinge to the outer branches. The grass that was tawny brown on Friday morning now was a bright spring green and growing rapidly.
The creeks, streams, and land were moist and many of the open areas were covered in water. It was obvious that the beavers had been busy along some roadways as the water was rising in close proximity to the roads.
If you looked across, you often saw a stepped system of dams in place.
A pair of blue herons was seen at their nest high in a tree. They have returned to the same nest for several years.
Just east of Windy Point, along the hydro line, an osprey sat in a nest between the wires.
Farther east, a cow moose and its calf from last year were belly deep eating away in the bullrushes. They looked liked they were shedding or suffering from ticks as their necks looked silver.
Further east still, two black bears were spotted sunning themselves on the north side of the highway on a rock outcropping watching as vehicles travelled the highway.
Motorcycles in pairs roared along the highway. Seldom on a Sunday do you see as many as were seen between Atikokan and Fort Frances.
I suspect that beginning this weekend, a stream of vehicles will roll past my home and many cottages that haven’t been visited since October will be opened and the restocking of provisions will take place.
Spring finally has arrived.

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