freeze. thaw. repeat.

freeze. thaw. freeze. thaw. the rhythm of late march. soon the red winged blackbirds and robins will be snacking on these over-wintered crabapples, and getting lightly drunk from their fermenting fruit. i hear the sound of tinkling meltwater everywhere, but still see mostly snowpack. we have more snow than usual this year if the spring rains arrive before the ground has had a chance to thaw, the rain cannot be absorbed by the soil and we will have run-off and flooding. my basement does not typically get water in spring, but this year i am preparing for it–getting everything up off the floor, and using it as an opportunity to do a little clutter clearing in the process. everyone is doing spring cleaning.

ice-covered crabapples