After a very dreary winter, a sunny, 45 degree day enticed me outdoors for my walk. I noted for the first time this year the grass was actually turning green! As I rounded the curve, a sharp, cutting wind snapped me out of my spring fever dream-state. “When will this exceedingly long winter ever end!!!!
Mother Nature answers my anguished state….“I promise, spring is coming!”
“It doesn’t seem so!” I answer as I zip up my coat, and don my gloves again. She replies...” I did go a little overboard this year, maybe, but you know your winters repeat a twenty or so year cycle, and that cycle has come around again. I must keep up appearances! I am raising the levels of the lakes, returning gradually to a more average level. Spring is coming!”
As I get to the bottom of the hill, I see a splash of sunshine down in the ditch, and daffodils nod their heads in approval…“spring is coming!”
I am gaining speed, and getting into a good pace as Betsie Bay comes into view, bright blue reflecting the sunny day.
I reach the Elberta bridge and my walking sound changes to a clopping as my feet meet the wooden planks.
I cross the road by the Elberta marina and start to curve around to the delta swamp area surrounding the Betsie River. If you look closely, you can see the swans in the background.
The cattails and rushes are beaten flat by the winter feet of snow. The swamp looks cold and unawakened by spring. “Are you there, Mother Nature?”
“Yes, here is a sign or two to calm your worries. Spring is coming, I promise”
A pussy willow waves at me in the breeze, silhouetted by the sunlight, all aglow.
Mrs. Red-wing Blackbird chortles her song in the sunny breeze. “Spring is coming!”
I am starting to be convinced that spring may actually be coming, although the harsh winds keep reminding me it isn’t here yet. “Thank goodness there is no more snow!”
“Some folks actually were begging for snow early in the winter. The skiers and snowmobilers. I may have gone overboard, it was a little hard to slow down after I got good and into my snow-making mode!”
The Betsie River is in view, and is magnificent in its shades of deep blue.
Diving ducks are enjoying the open water after it shed its overcoat of ice. A couple of geese take a break, and rest in the rushes.
A familiar scene comes into view, as I did a plein air painting of this spot on a warm August day.
The Betsie River at the bike trail bridge
As I cross the Betsie on the trail wooden bridge, the views are breathtaking!
As I end my walk, I pass a homeowner tilling his garden spot. “I really am not a ‘doubting Thomas’, just a little taken back after the winter we have had!”
” In a modern world of instant gratification, sometimes it is good for you to have more patience, my child. My weather cannot be controlled, nor even predicted very accurately, as I am still in charge. I keep my promises, and you will be getting warmer soon, have a little faith!”
Hope you enjoyed the walk! Julie