The Sound of Spring Arriving
At my house, the sound of spring arriving is the drip …drip … drip of snow melting off the roof. In winter, snow piles up on the roof of my well-insulated house. But in March, as daytime high temperatures get above freezing on many days and as the sun climbs higher in the sky, the snow melts.
In some years, I can have snow several feet deep on the roof of the house by the beginning of March. (The photo above was taken in the heavy-snow year of 2008.) This year, quite a bit of melting had already taken place by the time I arrived in Maine the second week of March. Most of the snow was gone from the south-facing roof at the front of the house, and snow cover had already begun to recede from the foundation. As the days wore on, more and more bare ground appeared and even the north-facing roof at the back of the house threw off its blanket of snow.
This year, snow was already receding from the foundation and melting from the roof when I arrived in Maine the second week in March.
At this time of year, the sound of snow melting guides me through my days. When I wake up in the morning, the world is silent, the melting stopped by overnight temperatures well below freezing. But then, as I am sitting with a cup of tea at mid-morning, I hear it. The melting begins slowly: drip……. drip……. drip…….. Then, as the day warms, it speeds up: drip.. drip.. drip.. drip.. drip… One day, the sound stops; although patches of snow remain in the garden, the roof of the house is now bare.
Snow melt can happen very fast in March. These two photos of the Serenity Garden were taken only 4 days apart.
Except that as I left Maine last Tuesday, a late winter storm was depositing another foot or more of snow, providing a renewal of the drip… drip… drip… sound of spring arriving.