Spring in Alaska is called break up, because well everything is breaking up, lakes, creeks, your driveway, the garden, your mental state, relationships, you name it and I bet they’re all cracking under the stress. I kid I kid about cabin fever and relationships but everything else is spot on. We are awash in water, melt, and even rain which is such a great sound to hear after 7 months. Winter boots are giving way to breakupboots. When I was little I didn’t know what rubber boots were but sure as shooting I had breakupboots and I didn’t figure out that no one else called them that until I was in my 20s.
This year break up has been a tease. It was warm and sunny in March and then it snowed a foot, then it was warm and sunny in April and it snowed a foot. I’ve lived here all my life and I have never seen anything like this, this extended non-advancement of spring. Usually we’re popping leaves the first week of May, that’s less than 2 weeks out and we still have so much snow left. Oh well I suppose the fire danger is low right? Silver lining!
I don’t see leaves in our near future do you?
north side of the garage
check out the garden
our new little greenhouse.
one hive all bundled up against the cold
green wellies because you’re never too old for breakupboots