A snow shovel stands guard at the mudroom door while parsley clumps lift their weary leaves in delight at seeing the sun again. It is the Time Of The January Thaw. The damp air is clammy, but warm.
Snow, once piled in banks and drifts, has melted. Vast ponds form on the fields. Even the dust that catches on the icy surface of roadside banks has disappeared, carried off by winter rains that beat the dirt into the ground.
The lawns turn green even as weather people forecast cold fronts and freezing nights. For now, patches of blue sky and an almost balmy midday bring thoughts of March and melt.
Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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