Snowdrops and daffodils. Robins and geese. Lambs and maple sap running and yellow-green buds on the weeping willow.
All lovely signs of spring.
Of all the signs that winter is over, though, one makes me happiest, makes my heart soar and loosens the tensions in my upper back.
And that is when the ice goes out of our bay. Finally. It is not the first sign of spring, by any means, but it is, for me, the most welcome.
In the late autumn, it seems the ice comes in quickly. One day the water will be slushy and, seemingly the next day, ice fishers will be out drilling holes and catching perch.
But once it’s formed that ice stays and stays . . . and stays.
The larger sections of Lake Champlain, areas known around here as the “broad lake,” might stay open all winter. But our little bay always freezes and for months we miss the sounds of water and the sight of water birds and any sign of movement.
This year, the ice held on in Monty’s Bay until yesterday.
In the morning, solid ice covered the entire bay.
But the temperatures reached 50F, we’d had a good bit of rain, and the winds were gusting to 50 miles an hour, from just the right direction.
At 4 in the afternoon, I could see a dark band across the way—and movement.
The band grew and widened, and water flowed near our seawall.
By 7, three hours after I saw the first band, the ice was almost completely gone—big floes moving and breaking up.
I could see birds wheeling above the open water and waves forming and movement. That’s the difference—there’s movement, where there had been none for months.
It will be a good while before we see kingfishers or sailboats or children playing in these waters. But that isn’t the point.
The point is, it’s official—spring is here!
One day–what a difference!!