Outpost Caretakers Week 35 – Sweet Signs of SpringMay 11, 2012 | 512 Views
Clack clack clack!!! This is a sound I’ve heard repeatedly but it’s always been associated with winter time weather. Can this sound I hear really be those frozen pellets raining down and striking the metal exhaust fan outside? This sound I hear has me looking outside to confirm with my eyes what my ears have heard. Hail! It’s May 9th , spring according to my calendar. Why is it hailing?
Within minutes the landscape is transformed, a scant layer of white sits atop new grass and budding leaves. I shake my head in disbelief. I know it won’t last, at least I hope it won’t…yet for the rest of the day squalls of hail past through at least once every hour.
Our chairs wait outside on the back deck in anticipation of the days to come when we can sit in the sun and enjoy our morning coffee.
If I had taken this picture in February it wouldn’t have seemed out of place but being the second week of May, I just do not want to see fresh snow on the distance hills.
The weather may not be showing signs of spring but there is evidence that the season is changing. Tender buds are showing up on trees, the one and only flowering shrub has begun to display pods that will flower if the deer stop eating them and Sam is proudly sporting a bit of new growth himself, as his antlers have began to sprout.
Another sign of spring, in my world, is the sorting and inventory of what is left food wise, and the cleaning of the freezers in preparation of the incoming summer crew. When it comes to the ordering of food for the 9 months that Mike and I are here it can be somewhat daunting but it looks like I have gotten it spot on this year. With only weeks, 2 to be exact left before we fly out the cupboard is bare and that’s as it should be.
The curious cat.
Super moon Saturday came under cloudy skies so this year I didn’t get up at 4 am to sit out on the front deck to capture a picture or two but Sunday morning did provide a super low tide.
One more sign of spring that only Mike and I would ever notice is that “Fat Cat” gets out and about more often. Throughout the cold months of winter she never ventures further than one pillow to the next but once she gets a whiff that spring is in the air we’ll find her lounging on the back deck in the sun (when it does come out), waddling down the boardwalk or sitting in her most favourite spot beside the shovel.
No spectacular sunsets this week.
Heather & Mike