As our pristine covering of snow begins to melt and give way to the next season, things begin to reappear. The other day my dog brought his favorite chewing bone into the house. He had lost it in a deep snow drift during a storm. It turned up as the drifts melted and it was like getting a brand new treat. Along our road ditches the remains of road-killed deer begin to appear from under the snow. In the fields and prairie areas last fall’s stems of native plants reappear with the seeds of future summer color.
Gene R. Stark
A teacher, farmer, trapper, and greenhouse grower. He writes about the outdoors and the people and culture of rural America..