I hesitate to call it Spring because there is still a lot of snow on the ground. But a few species of migrating birds, like the robin, have arrived, so I thought maybe I should go outside and see what is going on.
A clump of rather battered and forlorn looking pansies were daring the snow to get any closer.
A brave bit of green something was peeking out from under the weight of winter.
A bare patch of grass shows the activity of the wee mice in winter.
And a tree in the woods asks when it will be freed from its blanket of snow.
