It's the season of roadlessness right now. Melting snow feeds a lake
between the drifts that the plows made during the winter, and it goes
nowhere, because the ground is still frozen. Down at the woodpile I can see
three fairly substantial chunks I never got around to last fall. The idea
that I can use them in nearly full section with the 3000 is exciting, though
I wish my pin chuck had already arrived. I'll go up to the feed mill this
morning and get some chicken grit for the bottom of the stand, perhaps put
the drawers in this weekend while waiting. The wood will be there, soaking
wet, hunkering down amid the snow snakes. Better get fresh fuel for the
Stihl, too.

Yes, I know I should get the blade on the tractor and work the driveway, and
there's more than snow snakes showing up as the last couple of feet melt
back, and that's a day with wagon and shovel, but I _opened a window_ for
the first time in months this morning, because it's 42 degrees out there.

Then I heard the cranes.

It's spring, and life's starting over again.