So we are almost a week into May, and it was still snowing last Friday. I don't care what the calendar says, it isn't "spring" if you are still wearing sweaters under a winter coat. Such is life in Minnesota.
Anyway, there was a bit of a break in the weather yesterday--nice enough to work on an update to my series
Jan 2013
December 2012
September 2012
May 2012
I had a diary (not in this series) in early April 2012 which documented a spring well under way. After some heavy spring rains, we suffered from extreme drought--you remember my September 2012 diary with the Falls dried up!
Well, this winter we made up a little bit of ground in precipitation; did I mention it snowed this week? For now, anyway, water levels in the streams are up -- but the landscape looks more like it did in March of 2012 ... no leaves, no flowers, and most yards are a sea of mud. But there are some hints of green here and there.
The numbered views correspond to the views in the previous diaries in the series:
View 1
View 2
View 3
View 4
View 5
View 6
In case you couldn't make it out, the guy in View 3 above has a fishing pole. The child below is having a ball skimming rocks in the creek.
From September through January, the following spot was almost completely dry...just a narrow trickle of water making its way down to the Mississippi:
The water was so calm here ... and so quiet!
In my January 2013 diary, there was very little water under this bridge!
The view from said bridge yesterday:
the view from the same bridge in January shows people trudging through snow covered sand...and this pic from the December diary is even more starkly contrasted to yesterday:
And this tree
was no where near the water in this picture from a few months ago
Finally, for those who might think my diaries on this particular subject are getting a little obssessive ... well the site itself is a local obssession, and has been for a long, long time--as documented by the Historical Society:
Thanks for joining me ... hope you are getting outside to alleviate the cabin fever from the winter that just does not know when to quit.