Yesterday we hit 72ยบ F. and
rain was predicted for the evening. Our thoughts turned to sowing grass seed, a
March ritual for us, futile though that effort usually turns out We set off to
town to purchase a big bag of seed, hoping to spread it before the rain came.
The sky looked smoky and,
sure enough, when we reached the county road, we spied a huge column of smoke.
Burning off the dried grass
in pastures is a spring ritual practiced by farmers, and smoke columns are a
common sight in March. By the time we returned, the pasture was blackened and only a few wisps of smoke remained.
Back home, Dennis spread 50
pounds of seed. We were ready for the rain. The
rain didn’t amount to much, a fierce wind blew from the north, and the temperature plunged below freezing. We woke
this morning to a skiff of snow. It seems we will have to wait a bit longer for
spring rituals to produce results.
Copyright
2014 by Shirley Domer
