Spring is in full swing now. The trees are beginning to form solid buds, and the snow is gone in all but the highest peaks. Mount Washington is still covered in thick layers of snow, but Many of the lower peaks are melting. Trickles of water are beginning to make their way downstream. Soon they come together, and small drops become streams. Streams that are hardly active in the summer roar alive with activity. It is not uncommon to hear the roar of streams as the land comes alive in New Hampshire.
The rivers become wild. They rise up, challenging their banks. Some years we are lucky and we are spared greater harm, but there are also years when the rivers breach their banks, but this year we have been lucky……..so far.
Just like the deep smell of the swamps thawing, or the exciting twittering of the birds, swollen streams are part of Spring. It excites me to my core, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The temperatures may fluctuate as they always do, but we make our continued march towards Spring.