Last evening Michelle and I went in search of swans. These last weeks of March and first weeks of April are typically the time when the trumpeter swans use the farm fields in northeastern Wisconsin, flooded by melting snow, as
I remember the year distinctly – 1998. I remember the day distinctly – it was the morning of November 5th. What I remember most was the “not thrilled” look on my wife’s face. The look started at the same time
In the Balance March had pushed itself into late February. The little snow that had fallen was dry and powdery so what was still on the ground had seemed to evaporate more than melt during a week of springish days
The truest measuring rod of the annual tug of war between Winter and Spring is the icicle. I remember as a child with very limited artistic ability, drawing pictures of our house huddled and shivering in the deep freeze of
Looking Ahead / Looking Back When my wife decorates the house for Christmas, some of the decor is winter-themed. That means when Christmas season is over and those decorations get packed up and stored again in the basement, the general
