Spring comes to Door County slowly...

Spring reaches Door County
We never tire of coming to Door County. The little ‘thumb’ of Wisconsin has enthralled us since the first winter weekend that we spent investigating the concept of ‘timesharing’ and making the decision to spend at least two weeks here a year. We now come to this land of refreshment five times a year, in every season.

The sun just seems a little brighter here. Shining over icy waters, it reflects a silvery blue that is unmatchable. I look for tiny signs that the green of summer is coming…trillium shoots, bravely pushing through the melting snow. Black water overcoming the ice in the lake as the spring melt begins.

The sound of water dripping, running, swishing, lapping – that’s the sound of spring in Door County. The trees are still bare, awaiting the pale green leaf-out and the wonderful pink and white blossoms that herald a new cherry crop. That’s ok. The anticipation is a part of being here, too.

I joined the water aerobics class this week. Jerry would think that the exercise is a little lame, but the camaraderie is just another benefit of being here. We meet such interesting people. Last night at the weekly Wine and Cheese party a family told us that they drove 19 hours from Texas to spend their spring break here. Now that’s a switch! Many of the folks here have been coming to the Rushes (or as my kids call it, The Weeds!) for many years. We’ve been here since 1984. Two of the college kids were introduced last night as “Rushes Babies!”

I’ve jumped back into the walking habit…35 minutes, up the hill and past the woods, all the way to the Brothers’ St. Joseph Retreat House. The friendly cows aren’t out…and the woods stand bare, waiting for sun to warm their brown gullies and hillocks. Hah! My ‘transforming’ glasses have made the sky look incredibly blue and have made the birches look like big pencils – pointing their way to spring, I hope!