It's spring and Susan gets the tractor ready for the season . . . Those were winter things, and now it is spring . . .
Spring means restlessness. . . .
The ground had just thawed when I drove to Wyoming . . . It was night. All I could see of the state was white peaks, black sky, and the zigzag promenade of rabbits unwinding in front of the car. It's said that sudden warming drives frost deeper into the ground before it loses its grip, as if to drive home one last tentstake of numbness before the protective canvas unfolds. The wind picks up and blusters.