the first of march

Just now I let the dog out for his final spin around the "poo-tio." A light snow is falling and a sugary dusting is already coating the ground. It has been a snowy winter, even by Maine standards ~ and though I can't tell you the exact inch tally, I can tell you the bottom line on our bill for snow plowing.

But the overwhelming piles of white are beginning to subside, and patches of soggy earth are revealing themselves. Yesterday morning I heard birds chirping ~ and I have it on good authority that a red-winged blackbird has been spotted in the neighborhood. Dare I say it? Dare I . . . ?

Best not. It is snowing after all.

(Oh, and I do promise to tell you about the dog. Soon. He's just so hard to pin down for a portrait session.)