Although today is Easter Sunday, looking out the back window at the piles of snow just doesn’t make it seem right. There definitely won’t be any Easter Parades or Bonnets in the cold and dreary weather we’ve been having lately. The wait for the ground to thaw out so we can begin repairs on the frozen septic tank line seems interminable. Mrs. T has been a trooper but navy showers, doing laundry in town, and dish water tossed off the deck have worn down both of our patience.
On a more positive note, the kind words I received on my last post describing a hike along a local trout stream made my day. Thank you all. To go with the pictures being worth a thousand words theme, I’ll follow up with some fall photos along the same trout stream I previously described. That is the unglaciated portion of southeastern Minnesota, better known as Bluff Country…..
Towering high above the troutstream where an innocent troutfisherman was minding his own business were the limestone bluffs. There several irrate geese, strangely nesting high above, attepted to ambush the fisherman.
Fleeing downstream he came upon a beaver damn. The beaver didn't show themselves but the trout were sipping mayflies and he soon enticed a few into his creel. Mrs T. loves fresh caught trout on the grill.
I'll be retracing some of these steps taken last fall in a few weeks. by then the woods will be filled witht spring wildflowers and the sound of migrating songbirds will fill the air.