The cold March wind cuts through my winter jacket like a sharp knife. An evening walk turns into a bone chilling adventure, but the sight of water moving in a neighbor's corn field is encouraging.
In spite of the cold daytime temperatures, the snow pack is dwindling. Field tiles are opening. Water rushes across the fields and into the ditches, on its way to creeks and rivers, and, eventually, to Saginaw Bay and Lake Huron.
Even though late March days are cold, winter is facing defeat. When the field tiles run in Huron County, spring is coming.
Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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