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  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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February 28, 2007

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Hi Beth,
Here in NH we're getting maybe two feet starting tonight. We ski so yippee.

Oh sure. This is the third day of Pine Warblers warbling. Many overflights of geese the past fortnight. Woodcocks peenting and displaying wing-whir. Peepers peeping. Bluebirds churbling about the yard. As usual I had left the bird-guard of my shop chimney and a brace of bluebirds in my wood-stove were luckily alive to fly to safety yesterday morning, unlike last spring when a female perished. Two males, a mate, and a child perhaps, grieved her in diminished, but clear voice. Blue-bird wishpering really lays me out. I took her body out to a stone under the sycamore where they maintained their nest so they could see her. They perched in its branches and susserated.

I took the first "peent" as a sign of death. I dreaded this spring, but already I give up to it.

Rest assured that winter is far from over. This is just the early March tease that we always get. We'll get whacked at least two more times before it's over.

I don't know about here. Phoebe's back. Here. Just now. Every spring, ten o'clock in the morning, pheobe is back, coming never in the afternoon. I wonder if the day of year is the same as well.

Was that Thrasher I just heard, going away? And the spring song of the white-throated sparrow? Yellow-rump was that you? So many so suddenly. Cardinal was first up this morning and has sung them all in. I'm sure of it. He has been singing now two weeks, greening-in the cedars, striking violet into branches of elm.

And I've let the fire go out.

I'm not sure I know the springsigns in this part of the world yet, but all looks pretty damn frozen still. It's been warmer, certainly - the icicles all crashed down this morning - but like NH, we're due for a foot or two tonight and tomorrow here in VT.

Zuleme, I know the feeling - when we used to ski, we'd be having a fit at this time of year, wanting more. So enjoy!

Blork, yeah, I know - but somehow it's never quite the same after that first March thaw, don't you think? You know you're headed toward spring.

Bill - your comments and bird-talk made my day. I loved this report and I'm rooting for your bluebirds - last year's story was heartbreaking.

Kat - yep - we're headed down this afternoon as soon as we can get out of here, hopefully ahead of the storm. Hang in there though, spring will come - this is the cruel time of hopes raised and then dashed. And then - your first mud season! Hooray!

Yup. I hear mud season is almost as fun as mosquito season.

(PS - I'm getting one of the free copies of your book! Whee!)

It was springlike yesterday morning, but last night we got some more snow, which is good because we want more skiing. Wet, icy snow, though, so shoveling is a bitch.

I don't know about spring but it continues to rain here in Brittany, France, much more of this and I will sprout gills and fins!
What would I give for 6 feet of snow..

I'm ready for winter to be over.

Really ready.

beth,
That is one lovely picture. The gold-dipped benches. It was warm mid 50's on Saturday but it has been wicked cold for the past few days.

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