Nature is , as usual, taking a convoluted route toward spring. Seldom does she agree to move directly and firmly from late winter to early spring. Rather than the highway of non-stop destination, she takes unpaved back roads that frustratingly seem to lead back to where we came from. Yesterday was wonderfully balmy with a light breeze, occasional sun and a temperature of 20C. Today, however, we stepped back several weeks in the transition, the temperature stuck as12C, with a brisk wind under completely clouded skies.
It was such a lovely day yesterday that we favoured a much longer hike in the ravine. We saw the first of the fiddleheads, as ferns begin unfurling on the forest floor. Chickadees and nuthatches were enjoying the day, just as we were. We sighted another hairy woodpecker hard at work, and mistook a hawk roosting on a branch of a pine for an owl, until several crows rousted it from its perch and it flew off into the forest interior.
More of the trilliums have begun blooming; bright pops of crimson on the otherwise still-sere transitional landscape. In the forest creek where the water, while not yet crystal, had begun clearing from its clay-occluded state of the week, more or less confirming our speculation that work is being done upstream that has impacted the water quality of the creek the ducks were in residence.
We came across someone walking two delightfully impish and tiny puppies; the male a Maltese and the little female a Yorkie. They were so small that our two small-breed dogs virtually towered over them. The little Maltese kept flopping over on his back, wanting to be played with, and tummy-rubbed.
Today, we took a shorter route. I had put a small roast in the oven for dinner before we left. It was quite late, since today is one of my regular house-cleaning days. Yesterday, after our ravine hike I took the time and the opportunity while rain held off to plant the gladiola and dahlia bulbs I've been anxious to put into the ground. Today I took a brief time off from cleaning to zip outside and unload the used coffee grounds I've been collecting on our blue and our pink hydrangeas, hoping that this would encourage the production of blooms in a few months' time. It worked last year, somewhat.
Sure enough, once out in the forest we could see that the creek was once again full of clay. On previous occasions we'd looked for the Mallards and it became clear they had absented themselves. Today, however, they were serenely floating about, the female ducking her head continually underwater for algae, despite the quality of the water.
Jackie and Jillie were oblivious to all the distractions that took our attention. Their focus is, unfailingly, on the messages that other dogs in the community who venture through the forest leave as community news.