My boots went squish when I released the birds. No more solid morning mud!

Mosses win the “first bloom of the season” contest.

We have snow in the north sides of buildings and embankments, but the garden yearns to be turned over. Onion sets await planting!

The rhubarb rewarded my vigilance by making an appearance.

The fields have yet to green. Hidden in the shadows a pair of Sandhills dance the tango.

Yesterday’s walk to the St. Croix River rewarded me with a bald eagle, trumpeter swans, and a goose. If you look down and right from the goose, you can see the wake a river otter was making.

Sunlight drives the pace of life here. Michael broke a bone in his foot and so I spend more time outdoors, trying to get all that he usually does done without getting broken myself. The Marines have a saying, “Pain is just weakness leaving the body.” Michael got me a shirt that says, “Pain is just pain entering the body.” I sleep with ice packs nowadays, but I sleep hard and well. The real challenge is getting Michael to stay off his foot long enough to let it heal. A difficult task for that man of action.
Regardless, we revel in the return of the sun.