There are four Canada geese on the opposite side of Otter Creek as I write this, standing on the tiny frozen edge of what was once an enormous sheet of ice. They look fat and proud of themselves, having weathered another winter and made it home to Vermont.
I’d like to report that these happy harbingers of spring have brightened my day, as they so optimistically survey their warming domain and search for nesting sites.
But I can also peer out the window and, in addition to the geese, see my snowboard lying forlornly on the deck in the 50-degree sunshine.