I see spring

Watershed Moments: Thoughts from the Hydrosphere

Living in a landscape as dynamic as the West Coast, you can’t avoid the heady drama of the region’s seasonal cycles.

On this the third day of spring, the neighbours have been burning brush fallen on their property during the many winter storms, and the scent of woodsmoke is thick in the air. The market gardeners are prepping their farms for the cold spring crops of kale, spinach and lettuce, while acidifying the soil around their blueberry bushes in hopes of a bumper harvest later this summer. In our neck of the woods it’s certainly boggy enough for blueberries – cranberries, too, if a gardener was so inclined. The fields are slowly draining but the trumpeter swans that have been feeding in them all winter remain. When I hear one of their sporadic flights over our property, I’m instantly reminded of the vuvuzelas from the South African soccer world cup…

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