spring outing

on friday we spent the day at my cabin across the bay. it was glorious. chilly at first, but after lunch the wind died down and it got warm. my grandson and i trenched the ditch that runs along the lane. it was so lovely , we were like two happy beavers sloshing around in the water, getting our boots sucked into the mud. clearing balls of roots, digging , cracking off icicles off the side of the little water fall.
i love spring trenching. one year i managed to dig a channel across the lower field and created a brook, which carries the runoff down the bank along the beach and into the bay. it still works today.
when my girls were small they played on the river bank endlessly. in those days there were hundreds of pulp logs washed up on the beach. the girls would get poles and push the logs out to sea. they were tiny loggers, skipping from log to log, occasionaly falling into the icy water.
spring when i was growing up meant trips the "the bog" gathering tadpoles , bringing them home in jam jars, watching them grow, first little leg buds, then the tail would start to disappear. eventually they would die or if they were lucky to survive, be released back into the bog.
on friday we saw the first of the robins, colts foot, and the tiny light green shoots of the iris returning.

" spring has sprung,
the grass is riz

i wonder where the boys is?"