We’re just a week or so away from the visual clues being unavoidable. And then it’ll quickly turn to all-green, all-the-time, which takes a few days to get used to. And then, when you think back on it, you can spend a few days marveling at how you get used to it so quickly.
But first, this little budding stage of things:
These photos were all taken on our Monday evening walk, which was beautiful and delightful in most every way. Today was not picturesque. It was cold and gray and damp and that’s not frustrating at all. The clouds move so slowly. I looked at them during this evening’s slogging run of just under four miles with no inspiration, no legs or anything resembling pace, and I was again mystified how there were no clouds, but but the always terribly exciting white gray. You can’t see any of the defining characteristics that allow you to distinguish one large collection of very tiny droplets of water or ice crystals from the next. It all just … is.
I’m ready for spring.
It’s been a very mild winter.
This tree is ready, too. And that bloom isn’t the only thing around here excited for something to happen, and waiting for it to do so:
I got photobombed.
It was pretty much the highlight of the walk, which was already a fine part of a nice day.
I’m just showing off the non-macro lens on my phone, now.
On these nice walks, I should take my real camera. As I was taking that photograph, on my phone, this skein of Canada geese flew over.
They’re heading west, in the direction of several nameless ponds. They should go back north. But I guess they know something I do not.
