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The daffodils have been slow to bloom this year and so has our forsythia, but their vibrant yellows are now gracing our garden. But the real sign of spring for me has been sighting the first seal of the year off our shore. And that was yesterday. I love it when they breech, arching their shiny backs before disappearing.
Of course,
we’ve had the loons, seven of them, now starting to show their summer coats,
but they have already taken off to their summer nesting grounds. It leaves us
with the ducks, and the cormorants as well as the ubiquitous and graceful
gulls.
Another sign
of spring is when the first boat arrives for repairs at the dry dock across the
river. There have now been two boats come to settle in the cradle on land; one
is still there. And yesterday we witnessed a lobster boat dropping numerus cages
in the river in front of us. We had never seen this before. And oddly they were
the old wooden cages, rather than the newer metal ones.
There are
so many signs of spring, but I have yet to hear the peepers on North Street.
And this seems very late to me. Perhaps one forgets from year to year. And then,
of course, each year is slightly different. And as a sign at the Home Hardware
states: “Welcome to Winter, Spring, Winter, Spring.” Indeed, it has been a very
on again and off again season.
But spring is definitely in the air.
