Last time I checked in at Lincoln Marsh it was to document calendrical closing of our durable winter. The crunchy reeds were everywhere and ice mixed with water:
As we went through the bucket-style downpours last week, I often thought of what that would mean for the marsh. More water, for one, which would be welcome, given the mud that replaced water in the dryness of last summer:
What I forgot about, however, was the burn. Every year the forest preserve does prescribed burns to renew the marsh. Sometime between today and the last time I was there, they burned down all the reeds of winter.
And mini-logs that caught fire look more ominous in tilt-shift:
Now the full fresh water has returned:
There’s not much green, but the base is there:
This field mouse will see nothing of hot summer:
We’re so lucky.