Didn’t quite Click
I will admit, when I first read the John Muir quote, “the snow is melting into music”, it didn’t quite click. Then, as I hiked through the Wisconsin woods this spring, the meaning became immediately evident.
Warming March Sun
With the warming March sun, south-facing hillsides were first to share signs of the plants beneath the snow.
The woods and fields, were still quiet with winter, save for an occasional chickadee’s song, or rarely, the punctuating call of the distant cardinal.
The Returning Duet
With each day’s hike, the sun felt warmer, the skies became bluer.
On one mid-March morning, walking down the trail not yet near the marsh, the song of spring presented itself. The red-winged blackbirds had returned.
Staking out their territories atop leafless trees and fluffy cattail seed heads, pairs of blackbirds were calling and responding across the marsh. Their music filled the air. Their shoulder-red patches added color to the winter-brown marsh.
Just beyond the marsh stood two Sandhill Cranes, half-hidden within the shoreline cattails. The blackbirds and cranes both arrived on the same wind, laying claim to the area that I frequent daily.
Not long after, the geese shared their song, followed a few days later when the migrating swans appeared.
Uncovering the Earth
As the southern winds blew over the fields and through the woods, the snow gave way to the frozen soil, arranged as it was last seen in late fall.
Soon the earth will sprout wildflowers, adding joyous color.
Annual Spring Choir
Throughout the woods migrating flocks of song birds fill the canopy, contributing their own unique melodies and harmonies to the annual spring choir.
Snow Does Melt into Music
John Muir was correct – “The snow is melting into music”.