After helping my brother-in-law load his truck with cordwood sawn from two previously felled trees along the meadow at my cabin property, I wandered about in the sunshine. I appreciate the sun this time of year. Full sunlight is pleasant in the month of May. It feels like a warm cheek pressed against me.
In my wandering, I found a
small patch of snow still reaming on the shadow-held side of my cabin. Maybe not so surprising a swatch remains when
you consider how snow, shed from the cabin roof, reaches a depth of five or six
feet by late winter.
I also found slews of glacier
lilies where the sun has had time to poke around with the most urgency. The lilies are pretty but exceedingly hardy specimens. They are capable of shouldering up through
snow if called to do so.
My walk along the creek was
most interesting. The beavers have been
active this spring. They constructed a
series of small dams in the upper half of my meadow. The dams have created calm terraces of water
in many places.
In the end, all things are reduced
to needing sun and water.
Glacier Lily
Last of the Snow Beside my
Cabin
One of Many Beaver Dams on the
Creek
An Arm of the Creek Extending Across the Meadow
—Mitchell Hegman
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