In Like A Lamb

The snow looks like cellulite today, a sure sign of Spring

caused by the warming sun breaking down the once flawless mantle of winter. We can still get more snow; my birthday is coming, an event that usually guarantees a large dollop of the stuff, but it won't last long because Spring is scheduled to fix that later this month.

These mourning doves will soon be looking for a place to build their flimsy nest.

I expect we'll be seeing fox cubs in the back field within the next month.

But we still must bundle up while we wait. (No, it's not fox fur. It's fake.)