In some ways, not much has changed at our little house in the big woods. Snow, snow, everywhere, and yesterday we had a little three-incher of a storm to top things off.
When I look down the road, this is what I see.
Although perhaps it isn’t obvious in this picture, the snowbanks are quite high, and when we back the car out of the driveway, we have to do it slowly and carefully so as not to hit an oncoming car.
Our trusty wheel barrow slumbers in the snow and dreams of spring.
This vigilant squirrel keeps watch in an expanse of shadows and white.
And yet, there is a softening. During the day, the air isn’t as sharp. It doesn’t nip the cheeks and nose the way it did as recently as a week ago.
When I look up, I see the trees are starting to bud.
I look up farther and catch this nuthatch searching for goodies on a dead tree.
For the first time in a long while, my fingers aren’t freezing as I take pictures. While there might be a few more storms to remind us that Winter is still in charge, Spring is tap, tap, tapping on Winter’s shoulder.