Winter and spring are locked in their annual tug-of-war, wrangling back and forth daily. I returned from Utah to find the ground covered with snow yet again. I refused to shovel ever again (this year), though, and sure enough the sun came out and turned it all to mush by the next day. The following one, I sat at my office desk with a blanket draped over my shoulders watching more white flakes fly out the window.But the signs of spring are growing stronger. Winter's cold breath is losing its bite, and there's the faintest hint of green shimmering around the edges of things. I've been watching these pussy willow buds swell on our morning walks, and I finally remembered to bring my camera and capture them against a deep blue sky.
All along our walking loop, chickadees have been proclaiming the new season with their cheerful two-note song: "SPRING-time!" This morning, camera in hand, I stopped to watch several of them industriously gathering cattail fluff until finally Maisie insisted it was time to move along.
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