Back on the thirteenth, I took a few shots of the amazing beginnings of what is spring. The willows were starting to bloom out and bugs were forming on the apple and maple trees. The chickens were able to amble around throughout the day, pecking at the emerging grass, waking up racoons, and causing mischief in only a way that chickens can.
Now things are back under about 8″ of snow. (It had been closer to 10, but the melting has allowed for compaction.) Mother Nature seems to be teaching us a lesson. I’ll accept it and get an A, as long as my marigolds potted indoors still come up.