Where ever the trail peters out, the red blazes are what you keep an eye out for. The snowshoeing symbol helps out to, encouraging the lone trekker to go just a wee bit further down the trail. Or off the trail.
This week there were many more animal tracks than the previous week's trip. The birds are changing their songs to their springtime calls of enchantment.
Despite having a little point and shoot with me, I didn't get any pictures of the pair of ruffed grouse that surprised the hell out of me as I trudged past! And I was mighty close to the second one without realizing it, before it took off like a heavy chicken to a safer copse.
Thinking of spring, as the snowpiles ever. so. slowly.
melt. away. Met some lovely folks who shared their seeds and knowledge.
Caught up with others on neighborhood news. And have replenished my seed
collection and I'm all ready to get planting.
There's just the small matter of 3-4 feet of accumulated snow that needs to disappear first.
Pear custard pie for one. For breakfast. I'm the only one in our family who enjoys it, so I shrunk it down to make just a couple of servings and it's all for me. A warm, creamy, fruit and egg meal sounds like the right way to start a cold day like today. Jasper the cat feels the same way, but he didn't much care for the pear.
All of the beasts are indoors today, looking out through paisley patterned windows. Starting to think a little bitty bit about the springtime thaw. And growing things we can all eat and savor together.