Crystal Days

After a week of sneak peeks at spring—shedding sweaters, working in the garden, we woke up to snow! The daffodils were bending over, glazed in a thin layer of ice.

Gold finches, hairy and downy woodpecker, Northern Flicker, dark eyed juncos have been happy to find their meals at our birdfeeders.

Waiting for Spring

The mounds of snow are slowly retreating before days that are getting warmer bit by bit. I can see frayed edges of grass that look like a bad hair day on an old man. It is covered in mats of gray fungus like funky hair nets. The daffodils are still wrapped tight in fists. No tip of green protrudes the ice cold garden earth. I long for yellow trumpets that herald spring!