Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Signs of spring
It must be spring. The little pond in the garden is thawing rapidly. Snowbanks on the side of the road diminish under a cool sun as I type . Woodpeckers are drumming on the house early in the morning. And Tripod is challenging ownership rights over his territory with another cat.
Unfortunately Tripod forgets that he's at a disadvantage, having three legs, and sometimes comes away wounded as he did last evening. Nothing serious, just the usual tomcat scuffles but enough to make him feel sorry for himself for 24 hours. I want to have him neutered but The Other One won't hear of it. Why do men put their concept of manhood onto a cat?
This morning it was frosty and as I waited for the windscreen to clear, I took a few photos of a thin layer of ice that had formed overnight on the pond. Ice crystals pushed out from a sheet of solid ice, crisscrossing and mimicking the tangle of grasses on the bank of the pond. The reflections of the bright blue sky and trees on the still water were diffused in the ice. I love how ice changes and softens reflections. Its as if a different world is trapped within in or underneath it. It always reminds me of Through The Looking Glass and What Alice Found There - the sequel to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. If you walk through, everything changes.
What is spring like where you are?