revised from 4.24.2018
The flash of that snowy night only 10 days ago foreshadowed the greenish grays of the crackled marblelized ice around the dock. Even a heavy snow in April can't stop spring.
Just a few days ago, a fat little muskrat was balled up on the ice fishing, occasionally sticking its head down in the ice hole or slipping in and then out of the hole to eat its catch - a flash of yellow, so I presume a sunny was on the lunch menu.
Then yesterday was my silent tradition of burning last year's palm and burying them in my garden. It only seems appropriate that they nuture the new life promised in the seeds of beets, carrots, radishes, and onions.
Once again though, the fickle Mother Nature appears with a refreshing cold blast of air that hits my face as I near the lake on my morning run.
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