I’m not gonna lie: as many of you suspect, I have a pretty cool job. Whether I’m attending a concert under the stars, taking my seat at a sold-out performance of “Annie,” or photographing kids flying their kites in the great outdoors, more often than not, I’m having fun with Dharma the Wonder Dog along for the ride.
The Upper Delaware River region experienced excessive damage to and loss of many trees during intense winter storms that delivered heavy snow and powerful winds during the final weeks of winter. Evidence of those impacts can still be seen in Pennsylvania’s Pike and Wayne counties, and in Sullivan County, New York.
For us fly fishermen a sure sign of spring is Hendrickson duns floating down our favorite trout streams.
Relentless spring, we are joyful in your persistence as you battled for your time on earth over dreaded winter. You arrived early, over a month ago. The arctic beast still had its claws in deep, refusing to yield. Still you marched on against the interminable Old Man Winter.
I’m almost afraid to say it, but it would appear that spring has sprung. Turns out that all we needed was a few consecutive days of sunshine, coupled with temps above freezing, to melt the mountains of snow.
April is usually the month when you can count on hearing the first frogs of spring. Sometimes, they start in late March, but this has been a colder spring than usual.
“That is the question.” — Shakespeare, “Hamlet”
Spring is a magician. A sort of “now you see it, now you don’t” kind of swindler. My case in point: the diminutive snowdrop flowers that appeared in my lawn in fearless, full bloom on March 1 that then disappeared under the drifts of all that March snow we endured.
Although I’d prefer not to be the bearer of bad news, there’s no avoiding the fact that it’s tick time in the Upper Delaware River region. My dogs have already had several, and I came home from a 30-minute photo ramble in Pike County recently with four blacklegged tick nymphs making their way up the legs of my pants.