I have been sitting out in a patio chair, soaking up sunshine. I estimate the temperature to be 64 degrees where I sit. On either side of me are mounds of snow, fast melting, with an audible trick-trickle. I also hear woodpeckers pecking, and cardinals staking out territory. This is the Thaw in the Northern Highlands of Wisconsin. Little icicles fall from the pines and cedars. The bent-over cedars will eventually lose their loads and be righted. Junipers will be uncovered. The Flambeau and the Wisconsin and other mighty rivers are rushing now. Full flood of spring.