Wildlife, flora and people across the southern reaches of the Piedmont Plateau yearn for Spring. Unusually warm weather belies the approaching Ides of March. Far and wide the perennial quickening of life forces stirs encouraged by balmy seventy-degree breezes. However, in the thick of woodlands Father Winter chuckles at such foolishness and unleashes a grim reminder of his enduring dominion over the realm. With emphatic sweep of his Cimmerian robe he unleashes torrential rains and bitterly cold squalls. In the wink of an eye temperatures drop forty degrees.
Daylight finds the Haw River a tawny, raging watercourse. A major tributary of Jordan Lake, its rush of flood waters swells the shallow reservoir beyond banks and into shoreline woodlands. Where Cooper and I roamed sandy beaches a fortnight ago, turbid lake waters lap at the feet of majestic Loblolly Pines.
© Ilija Lukić 2015
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| Pridie Nones Of March |
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| March Flood |
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| Life's Beaten Path |
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