The mild winter gave us several days of blue-white splendor.
A roadhouse for wintering chickadees and woodpeckers.
Sorry I ate your white pine seedlings and your wife’s garden plants.
Looks cold feels cold but an unborn spring was gathering warmth.
Listen carefully for Goldenrod’s Lament.
Rodentia Heights: Bed ‘n’ Breakfast
Robin greets the first light of spring: “Drawing the frost from the rigid trees, Starting the sap in the sugar maples, Thawing the frozen earth with song…” (W. Christman)
Man, that water’s cold! But they say the Pine Creek browns are bigger than usual this year…
Even at the Hotel bar, you can’t blame a guy for dreaming…
They don’t call him song sparrow for nothin’. Covering Sun Ra’s “Springtime Again”?