

. . . nor wildflowers, like these from Rian's Pages . . .
In fact, when I drove to a nearby park, curious to see if a walk was possible, it really didn't LOOK like Spring at all.

It was a short one, only about a mile and a half--the unpaved paths turned out to be too muddy/snowy/icy for me and I turned back. I nearly had the place to myself: just me and the birds, the river, blue skies and sunshine.
More snow is in the forecast for next week, but today, it seemed that Spring ihad arrived, even if I was all bundled up and walking among bare trees, snow and ice.


Closer to home, a pair of geese stopped by to check on the state of the still-frozen pond.
