The ice is out— all the way out. When Molly and I got up at six there were large pans skulking in the Bays of McCaskill's Island. By noon they had disappeared no doubt in response to the strong south wind that whipped the water into rolling whitecaps that glistened in the early spring sunlight. There are other things that are out too. Crocus, scilla, lilac buds, silver maple flowers and red maple flowers give their annual thrill as do flowers of the hellebore pushing through last year’s hickory leaves.
It is here. The south wind is back. The floating docks rumble as waves rock them into spring.
Hellebore
Magnolia
Scilla
Lilac
Crocus
Memories
Moss on Granite
Madame Molly checking out the waves
Beckett’s Point
Red Maple flower buds
