The last cold snowy Alberta clipper left in a wind-driven torrent. Since then the wind has shifted from the south. The breezes now carry mild air. For the first time in months the thermometer surpasses thirty two degrees during the day. The sun once again warms the skin. The air smells different. Melting snow trips off the corner of the house. The gravel roads are a slippery muddy mess. Water overflows the river ice along certain reaches where the channel cannot accommodate the surge of new melt. A couple of remnant cluster flies have stirred to life out of their winter dormancy and fly frantically between the plastic and the window in the temperate sunny light. The first thaw of winter has begun.
By night the air is chilled and back below freezing. Frost coats the trees leaving frosted limbs in the morning light. Over the lake Orion shoots his arrow into the Superior vastness. To the North Ursa Major is completely upright- perfectly perpendicular to the horizon below. A full moon rises in the east. Wolves howl...
Full Moon on the Homestead
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