THE FIRES OF SPRING

There's a reason why we call a forest fire a wildfire. Photo by Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources.

Yep.  She’s gonna be a dry spring.  The last floe in Wildgoose Lake has disintegrated.  Just a few isolated slabs now, attached to shorelines.  The shore in front of our cabin is ice-free.  Sun bouncing off the pebbles underwater.

On Saturday, four days ago, a big hole opened up between us and the island (Refer to March 27th post).  Every day it grew.  Yesterday, overnight, a stiff breeze blew up, and that’s all she wrote, folks.  Just a few shards last night, just before dark, clanking on our beach.

Usually during the thaw, the ditch across the road fills up and spills over to cascade down our property.  Not this year.  The water this year may not be deep enough to host the spring peepers.

Our garden frogs are smiling, though.  Their plastic and ceramic skins are bone dry.  So we need rain.  Lots and lots of rain.

I just talked to Deb at the Dryden Fire Management Headquarters for the Northwest Region – for you foreign folks, that Northwestern Ontario.  Bigger than some provinces.  Bigger than Texas.

She says as of yesterday they had 31 reports of fire, with another unconfirmed report this morning.  April in Ontario marks the official start of the forest fire season.  The fires, mostly grass fires, ranged in size from 0.1 hectare to 20 hectares (a hectare is about 2.5 acres).

Last year there were 1,330 fires in Ontario, so 31 in one region of the province at this time of year is a goodly number.  Snow usually blankets this region for most of the month.  However, spring is early.  Yep.  She’s gonna be a dry spring.

Daffodils shooting up to overshadow the metal mushrooms.

Fire – forest fire – is a big deal in this part of the North America.  Last year, 2011, we had the largest single fire in Ontario over the past 50 years.  One hundred forty-one thousand hectares.  

Fire scares us.  We had to evacuate 11 northern communities, 4,476 people total, at the height of the fire season, in July and August.

Where I live, in the bush, and I mean IN THE BUSH, there is 20 kilometres of bush between us and the fire engines.  If and when the fire trucks arrived, we would be crispy critters, and so would the ceramic frogs.

The snowload collapsed a panel in Olga's greenhouse.

Enough of that.  Now for the good news.

It’s spring.  Yee-haw.

Looking over Wildgoose Lake today from our cabin.

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About EJ Lavoie

Writer and independent publisher with website www.WhiskyJackPublishing.ca
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