Today's Count

My ball cap, worn for the first time this year.  Rubber boots, the snazzy kind.  My yellow spring jacket, open.  Seven melting snowpeople in the Bowl.  A snow mountaineer, climbing to the top of the snow mountain visible from my office window.  Ah snow mountains.  I walked along the tops of ranges on my way to school as a kid.  Puddles.

baseball hat season

Ah, you would never know we had a foot and a half of snow last week.  One of my readers in fact mentioned my lack of making note of it here.  It was indeed beautiful, mounds of snow like winters of old.  Like last year.  It took me a moment to realize why I hadn't noted the fact.  I was spending ever spare minute digging out the apartment block.  But since then the ground has come ever clearer to our view.  I planted tomato seedlings in my window.  I walked on Sunday afternoon in sandals, outside.  Today I wore my ballcap, my hat of spring and fall, to work.  It is the season.  And, in a warm corner of the Law College garden, pussy willows were budding out.

today's count

Sunshine.  Blue sky as far as the eye can see.  And warm enough for runners, with pink laces.  Birds calling their harsh small calls from out of sight.  The soft crunch of partially melted snow.  The quiet t-wack of runners against the asphalt where the snow has already melted.  A child speaking to 'Mommy' in the distance.  A single walker on the river path, wearing a purple coat.  The perfect image of the train bridge in the exposed river.  Ice flows.  And on the way back, nearly there, a helicopter trying to shatter the afternoon as it roars up and then back along the riverbank.  It is red and white, and only succeeds in a making a brief interruption.