It was a weird day, today was.
It started just after midnight, when Kevin and I were woken up by the sound of something either falling on or falling off our house.
The latter, it turned out to be. The wind, which hadn’t been more than breezy when we went to bed, had started to blow alarmingly hard. The trees were swaying and creaking, and anything that could flap, whip, or bend was doing just that. The clunk-clunk-clunk we’d heard on the roof turned out to be the varmint-guard on the chimney of our oil burner, which had been blown loose.
We put it in the basement for safe keeping and went back to bed, but it was windy enough that we couldn’t help thinking about just how many trees were in striking distance of the house.
It was a restless night, but there was no further mishap. Even so, we didn’t sleep all that much, and were up at 6:30, checking the tip-ups. We had three flags up, but it was wind, and not trout, that did it.
We let the chickens out, and they pecked at what little greenery they could find poking through the drooping piles of snow. The bees were flying, and we opened the hives and gave them fondant to help them through the rest of the winter. We walked the property to check for damage from the windstorm.
It felt better than forty-three degrees had any right to feel. I was outside with Kevin, watching the chickens stretch their wings and the bees take their cleansing flights. We watered the plants in the hoophouse, and sat down by the water for a while even though we weren’t really expecting a trout. Kevin fixed the chimney. I chipped some of the melting ice off the driveway. Even the cat ventured out.
I know it’s only the beginning of February, and we’ve got a long way to go before spring, but today was the first indication that there would, some day, be a spring. We were outside voluntarily, feeling the sun penetrate through winter layers, watching the ground come up through the ice.
It was a good day, today was.