tentative spring

robins here but scatter

meadow melts

forest obstructed by winter

corn offerings for raven

the world in pallid tones

a place we call land island

first dip by dog

cold regret

green promise

Change of Boots

March is here and that means variable variabilities.  Or Variety is the spice of life!

Today was not snowshoe-able.  The snow is rotten and slushy.  But it is not time to store the snowshoes just yet.  March is a tentative time when it comes to the weather.  The feel of spring one day and full blown winter again the next.  It is a time to scrutinize the wood pile and wonder if you'll make it until May.  Some years we stop heating in April, but I have memories of cold May's.  Anyways, today Runa and I went for a walk on the road.  

Today we have mud!

Ducks Loving the puddles! 

Ready to hit the road!

Signs of Spring!

Dear March - Come in - (1320)
by Emily Dickinson
Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right upstairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Maples never knew that you were coming - I declare - how Red their Faces grew - But March, forgive me - And all those Hills you left for me to Hue - There was no Purple suitable - You took it all with you - Who knocks? That April - Lock the Door - I will not be pursued - He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied - But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come That blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame -