Icy chicken-wire fence March doesn’t seem so mad this morning as it prepares to leave. The thick ice that covered every surface for days has melted. The tops of the trees were the last to shed their coating. As we returned from Cleveland a few days ago, we knew exactly when we reentered the ice-zone: the setting sun amplified the glisten-topped black stalks of trees. At home ice continued clinging to all the dried vegetation and coating the chicken-wire fence surrounding the garden. Five days after the Ice Storm of 2011, during cold but sunny days the treetops still sparkled. On the final frosty morning, little ice crystals caught the sunlight making for a star-studded field. I’m as eager as the next guy for spring but this finale to winter could not have been lovelier. The hearty switch grass that bowed so low under ice has risen again. Its toothpick thin stalks stand tall and straight. The compass plant can’t get up but joins the thatch on the ground while its roots are already preparing to produce this year’s giant stalk with it turning yellow head. I’ll miss March!
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