AS I LAY FACE DOWN IN THE SNOWY TRENCH I’d just dug to get through thigh-high drifts to the frogpond’s edge the other night (temperature 7F, winds 18 mph), apparently Andre Jordan caught a glimpse. What, you ask, prompted me to go out in the raging darkness on such a mission?
I was trying to repair a failed de-icer in the pool. All that’s missing from his latest doodle: the flashlight I had in one hand, and the hammer (to crack the ice and save the frogs from suffocating) in the other. (Not the same tools I’d used earlier that day to dislodge ice dams from the roof.) I repeated the hammering periodically throughout the night to protect my beloved amphibians; who needs beauty sleep, when potential princes are at risk? A girl must be versatile, well-equipped, and ever-ready.
When does spring begin?