Snow Water...

The Six Arrows went on a river adventure last Friday. We didn't look like much more than river rats when we got back. It was very wet and very muddy, but the air was absolutly thrilling with potential life.
There were snow rivers everywhere; from little bubbling brooks to gushing cataracts. They were all singing that laughing, dancing, roaring song that pervades spring. There is nothing like it in any other season. It was in our own back yard again, as it is every year, calling out like an old friend to come and play with it.

This video is more for the sounds than the video quality...obviously. :)

March

"The stormy March is come at last

With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;

I hear the rushing of the blast

That through the snowy valley flies.

Ah! Passing few are they who speak

Wild stormy month in praise of thee,

Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak

Thou art a welcome month to me.

For thou, to northern lands again
The glad and glorious sun dost bring
And thou hast joined the gentle train,
And wearest the gentle name of Spring.

And in thy reign of blast and storm
Smiles many a long bright summer day
When the changed winds are soft and warm
And heaven puts on the blue of May."
~ Bryant