It finally happened. The melt of spring has arrived.
The heady feeling of seeing water gushing over clumps of live grass makes my body want to float up and away. There’s nothing quite like that definitive transition between one state of being into another. A new job, a new relationship, a long-awaited moment rests on the cusp between wanting and having. For me, it is the moment of spring.
After a long winter and impossible piles of gritty snow, I stand with yellow rain boots in a six-inch deep stream rippling where last week I still had to climb snowbanks to get to my daughter’s house. A thunderstorm with heavy rain and warmer temperatures hit the Keweenaw and tipped the landscape into days of release. The water lets go. In the flow, I splash with glee.
Ghost House Farm finally got a break in the weather between the rain, snowand wind to put up the massive plastic skin of their greenhouse. It’s the first day the chickens experienced outside after a winter cooped up in the coop. Chickadees and robins fly recklessly from the cherry tree to cedars, an ariel display of feathered joy. A red squirrel scampers near the crew who heave plastic like sails up a mast. Pups romp in their own creek flowing across the dog yard.
It’s mushy, gooshy, and everyone’s emotions are elatated. One farm hand laughed that his body was twitching as he finally felt the sun deliver vitamin D. The farm receives spring at last!
The night before this magnificent melt and roof-raising at the farm, I had attended a performance of Carmina Burana at the Rozsa Center on the campus of Michighan Tech University. The theater was packed with families in town for events and graduation the following weekend (Finlandia families, too). In perfect timing, the entire theater welcomed spring. This is what spring melt feels like on the Keweena Peninsula:
Carl Orff is beloved on our peninsula. We have many here who regard his musical teachings and others his beats for dance. I love that his cantana is about wine, women, and poetry from the Medieval period, reminding me how much I enjoyed translating literature from Middle English.
It’s a week of transitions for me, combining farm work (I’m the cook and chief bottle washer), last-minute tutoring for finals, setting up literary events locally for summer, and indulging in some much needed body healing sessions. In a burst of vitality, this is an uplifting time.
Let’s take off and explore our beautiful earth no matter which hemisphere we each reside. Let spring feel eternal in our hearts!
April 25, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, “up and away.” You can imagine a story from the photo of hot air balloons, a flying superhero, a natural wonder, or any other direction your inspiration goes. Go where the prompt leads!
- Submit by April 30, 2022. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. The Collection publishes on the Wednesday following the next Challenge. Rules & Guidelines.
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