The snow is almost gone. A rapid melt came yesterday when the temperatures soared to almost 70 degrees. Leaving, for some odd reason, a lot of roadkill. Racoons, mostly. Walking last night with a friend and her dog, bicyclists sped by. Everyone everywhere was in a jolly mood. Spring is nearly here.
Earlier this week, the woods were snowy--deep and still. The landcape brushed with whites, grays, browns, and a dash of black. The sky a blue-gray. But on the path that day, in our almost forest park, a lone lost mitten waved me on with hopeful pinkness.
