As the snow unthaws and the swamps come alive, a harbinger of spring arrives. Skunk cabbage. The puce shoots jut from the ground.
Before the weather channel, homesteaders must have used signs to know when to trim the apple trees, when to clear away the leaves from the garden beds, when to look for the bears. Indeed, on my morning walk, I discovered the prongs of the skunk cabbage in the swamps and late last night, I heard a black bear slurping birdseed from the feeder.