1. Ice fishing: Ok, I've never done it and probably wouldn't like it. It's over for the season, but has been something I'm fascinated by. During the winter, I enjoy watching the whole subculture of it: men in snowsuits, dragging sleds out on to the whitened surface of the lake and drilling through the ice to reach the water below. I love watching them walking out on the ice, often followed by their dog, then sitting there, in the barren whiteness, just fishing. It seems like it must be such a solitary, almost meditative activity. Now that it is spring I will enjoy seeing ducks and geese back on the lake. An affirmation of life and new beginnings.
2. Frogs in the pond: We arrived upstate friday night late, and one of the first things we noticed was the croaking in the darkness. Spring has sprung and the frogs are out, making sure they are heard in the night. It was a wonderful confirmation of spring to hear their voices insistently saying, I'm here! I'm here!
3. An unseasonably warm spring day. No coat needed. Sun on our faces, forsythia in bloom, the sense that everything has been lying in wait under the snow and the coldness waiting to come back to life. Hopefully we will come back to life soon too and are just quietly mourning before emerging again, ready to face life's unknown possibilities, both the potential triumphs and disappointments.