Now, just a short 20 days later, this small, dirt-encrusted chunk of ice is the last bit left on our land. And the whole world is turning green in response to the sun.
Zap! Pow! Our recent ice age, which seemed to go on forever, is over.
What's interesting to behold is how the ice sculpted and shaped our land as it rampaged out of here on February 27. For example, the land that adjoins our swimming rocks is now a vertical drop of at least seven feet. At this point, we cannot walk out there without rappelling down this vertical face. No, I'm not kidding.
In some places, the ice smoothed the river bank, forming the gradual slopes that seem to be its preferred angle of repose. A few trees dropped over the side. Others are perilously close.
And where the ice moved in to stay until it melted, there are small piles of stones, a reminder of how the hills of my beloved Vermont came into being.
Lady Nature is always willing to teach those with eyes to see.
May Day. Beltane. A time to celebrate the a return to milder times, at least weatherwise.
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| These ice sheets lay across the rocks from our house on April 11. There were completely gone two weeks later. |
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| This is a picture of the same ice chunk above, taken on April 10, twenty days ago. |
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| All of this white stuff, taken on April 12, is now long gone. I'm counting the days until I have to mow the lawn the first time. |
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