It's officially spring but it seems we are the only hill still still dappled with snow. We drive to town for errands and I fight the urge to covet those barren earth yards. Of course, there is enough mud present even here to start mud season. My least favorite season of all.
I've been stretching out of my hibernation den, going for walks and heading to parks, willing the weather to turn. Pretending it feels like spring. Still no signs of daffodils or crocuses but I heard (and then saw) the first red winged blackbird of the season on Sunday and quite a few chubby robins to boot.
It was a good ride and we had lots of fun...but hopefully, this is the last of the snow pictures for a few seasons!