Mariton: Some Perspective
by Tim Burris, Preserve Manager
I thought that this was the winter that wouldn’t stop, but this week helped put things in perspective. I started mowing Mariton’s meadows on Monday. This has been an annual ritual at the end of March for over 20 years. When you spend a couple days going around the fields with a tractor and brush hog you have plenty of time to think.
There was still a little snow in the fields, and more in the woods. Of course, as I mowed I recalled other years when there was snow at the bottom of the fields. On Tuesday, I started early and finished before the rain. The rain turned to snow before day’s end and actually coated the ground. In years past, I have mowed through snow squalls. This year I was bundled up with four layers, heavy mittens, and a wool cap. In the past more often than not, I wore insulated coveralls over all of that to stay warm. We often get some shirt sleeve weather in March (not this year), but I have never mowed the meadows in shirt sleeves.
With twenty years of brush hogging the fields, I remember some warmer years. However the cold years are the ones that stick in my mind, and there were quite a few. Going around the fields I watched Bluebirds checking out the nest boxes and was reminded that April always follows March mowing, and is always warmer.