It’s happening once more … spring is coming to Maine.
In any other state this yearly event is a given, but in Maine, we’re never really sure. The mounds of snow are still piled high. Christmas wreaths still adorn some doors. The temperatures are hovering in the 30′s during the day and still sneaking downwards into the twenties at night. In other words, it still feels a heck of a lot like winter.
And yet …
The birds sense something’s different. They are singing like mad, the dripping of melting ice dams making for a steady drumbeat to their songs. The sun is climbing higher in the sky and the days — thanks to the sun and daylight savings time — are a good three hours longer than in the dark of December. The roads are widening as the banks of snow slowly recede, and potholes are pushing up like crocuses through a crust of snow.
Spring eases into Maine with very subtle signs. You’ve got to be watching, waiting, and willing — once it truly arrives — to get that wreath off the door.