The weather for last Friday at Roundrock was nearly 70º and sunny. Alas, a work day. For Saturday the temperature forecast was for a high of only 34º with an 80 percent chance of rain and snow. What was poor Pablo to do but take a day off of work on Friday and go down to the Ozarks for a wonderful spring day?
And wonderful it was! We left the city just before dawn, leaving jackets and coats back in the closet. There had been a run of dry days last week, so the chance to drive into our woods without bogging down in the mud was one we didn’t want to miss.
We had a few items on our chore agenda — we tend to enjoy our trips to Roundrock if we have plans for outr day, even if we discard the plans the minute we arrive — and one among them was to see if the pair of geese we had seen on our last trip were still paddling about the lake.
When we arrived we scanned the lake but saw no sign of them. I had been hopeful that they found our lake to their liking and would raise a family there, but it seemed more likely that they were merely passing through, and that looked to be the case when we arrived. So we got to work on one of our chores about the cabin.
With that done, I fell into one of the comfy chairs on the shady porch overlooking the sparkling lake. From the west I heard a whirring sound, and then two geese glided past my view of the lake, splashing down just out of sight on the water. The geese had returned. Or at least two geese had returned. I’ll assume they’re the same ones as before because that fills me with warm feelings. They paddled about the lake for the rest of the day, moving to the opposite end whenever we had business down by the water. Libby thinks they may be geese that have spent some time at suburban parks since they didn’t seem too wary of us.
Since we had no pressing demands back in suburbia, we devoted most of the afternoon to just sitting around and taking in the view. (Yes, I just split an infinitive!) As the sun warmed the cabin, we could hear the metal roof popping with expansion. Birds and frogs were calling. The sky was a flawless blue above us. The sunlight sparkled on the water. The air was warm; I know global warming is going to have bad, long-lasting effects on the planet, but for the moment it didn’t seem so bad, not bad for the last day of winter anyway. All was well in the world.
Eventually, knowing that #2 Son was due to arrive at our house sometime that evening, we pushed ourselves up reluctantly from the comfy chairs and began our drive home. The air seemed thicker as I steered the truck along the highway. Ahead of us a large bank of dark clouds loomed, and when we got to our driveway and let the happy dogs out of the truck, the air was actually cold.
We awoke on Saturday, the first day of spring, we had returned to more typical weather: four inches of snow!
- Female red-winged blackbirds arrive this week.
- Bats are leaving hibernation caves.