Here in Big Woods country , you have to look closely to find signs of Spring.

Moss sends up its “blossoms,” releasing spores into the wind.

The grass and weeds show tiny bits of green.

Trees begin to thicken with swelling leaf buds.

Our pumpkins and squash have kept well, encased in their fine veneer of natural wax. You can see the wax as a white blush where the pumpkin is cut.

Our future ducklings grow, nestled in the incubator.

The ditches are free of snow and poison ivy. Michael loves me so much, he will come and pick trash with me!

The St. Croix flows freely. I’m waiting for the first turtles to emerge from the mud. Not yet. Not yet. More sun.