There is an expression here in Vermont. An expression that signifies the official, not the calendar, arrival of spring.
It’s called Ice Out.
When the last remnants of ice on the many lakes and ponds has completely melted…
Spring is here…Officially.
The trees are beginning to bud.
Little green shoots are pushing up out of the ground.
And pretty flowers are showing off their dewy petals.
It seemed as if it were true. Spring had finally come to northern Vermont.
So I was a bit surprised to discover that the ice wasn’t completely out.
On the bigger lakes, yes.
But while out exploring I found places where the ice was still in.
Waterbury Reservoir. One of my favorite places. In all seasons.
The ice still clearly present.
And while my love for ice will always burn bright…
I’m very ready for…