The shrub looked to be decorated in small, white Christmas lights, offering a patch of brightness on this gray day with rain to come later. I cheered on this first sign of spring: the buds of the pussy willow bursting open.
The days are warmer and the snow is melting away. A predicted heavy rain tonight will take away more snow. I can see bare ground at the base of the big white pine outside my home office window. The transition to spring has finally begun. I can see the change; the pace is quickening.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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