Spring was only a few days old and I had a virtual safari outside my small farmhouse in County Sullivan.
Squirrels zig-zagging, communities of deer interloping in the yard and fields, an assortment of birds kamikazing through the warm blue sky. Salamanders landlocked as puddles receded. 4 ducks and 3 geese surfing the super backyard pond. The pond now so clear to depths of 6’, 7’, 10’ – with fresh snow melt that pushed the stale cold water out. We humans aren’t the only ones celebrating the seasonal turn.
For us construction guys, spring is momentarily embarrassing as the snow that came too early covered the wood, garbage, materials and every brand of cigarette butt imaginable and was lost to memory. Not so when the snow melts and each job site looks Chernobyl-like in its litter and debris and chaos. We always pause our incessant forward progress to spend a few days raking up the sites so we don’t appear hoggish and uncaring.
There are few unqualified testaments to Hudson Valley life than Spring, when cold rivers shimmer, animals frolick, mountains boast and a solitary drive with the windows turned down can seem not only refreshing but poetic.
It’s like you need the hard winter to appreciate the Big Easy Spring.
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