More foolishness fills our days following the previous post about spring, or more precisely, the “fool’s spring” that tempts people living in the mountains into believing that winter is over. Fool’s spring is a tease.
But a delightful tease.
If the past few days are representative of “fool’s spring” in the mountains of Idaho, then count me…
- rushing in (as only fools do)
- fool happy
- a damn fool
- a motley fool
- a fool for love (of nature), and
- living in a fool’s paradise.
I guess my dogs are fools, too, since they’re out there with me every day, equally happy with this “foolish” season.
As eager as I am for the arrival of true spring and the forest wildflowers it brings, at present I’m content to eke out every bit of enjoyment possible from winter and its snow, made glittery by the sunlight. The snow of fool’s spring is consolidated, packing under its own melting weight, making for mostly solid footing with the occasional post-holing surprise on our runs and excellent cross-country skiing at the nearby groomed area.
I know from my years living here that as soon as all of winter’s accumulated snow has melted off the ground, after our “third winter” has come and gone, it becomes mud season. Snow is clean, mud is…mud. It clings to my shoes, the boys’ paws and bellies, my car’s tires. Interiors of car, garage and house get dirty. Really dirty. Eventually the mud dries to dust and can be swept or vacuumed away. I don’t much care for mud season – I don’t care one bit for cleaning – but one must endure it to arrive at “actual spring” and its drier terrain and abundant wildflowers. Thankfully, mud season is brief.
So, for now, the boys and I are fools. Fools for fool’s spring, almost maniacal in our pursuit of fun on the snow while it lasts.
Even a leisurely walk in the valley is more fun in this fool’s spring when the snow berms consolidate enough to hold the boys’ weight. They prefer to walk and run on snow rather than pavement. Who can blame them? Smart dogs.
This morning, Finn, delightful fool that he is, showed his joy for fool’s spring by frequently rolling on the snow. I was sorely tempted to join him.
Feature image: the boys wait patiently as I take photos at the high-elevation point of our trail run, March 12, 2021.