Yes, the snow is barely melted in the neighborhood, but the sun came out yesterday and showed us some signs of spring.
At Laurelhurst Park, the totally saturated ground and heavy ice from our last storm caused another great tree to fall. This is on the edge of what I call The Ravine, and has been in many of my photos of this part of the park. It was angular and leaning and beautiful.
It is sad to see such a fine specimen down. This cusp between winter and spring can be difficult to navigate safely.
But there are more gentle signs of spring. Tiny crocuses coming up beside napping angels.
Early blooming trees cheering us up and letting us know that winter doesn’t last forever.
The list of folks getting vaccinated grows every day, making us all safer. And when we get ours, life will get more mobile and more fun. Then I will get to come visit you. And that will be very sweet.
You knew I couldn’t stay inside forever, didn’t you?
Yesterday afternoon, after two days baking, writing, sewing and listening to music in the house, I went out for a walk. It wasn’t even four o’clock yet, but it was very much going-on-dark.
I carried the umbrella, because it was raining, but it mostly got in the way of me looking up at the trees. I folded it up.
The park wasn’t empty. There were couples and singles, out walking. Mostly without dogs, which is unusual, and no joggers at all. Maybe the ground was too slick for them.
I like walking by myself sometimes, because I can think my own thoughts and not worry about trying anyone’s patience as I take six pictures of the same tree. Dark, rainy afternoons are especially good for this.
On the way home I enjoyed watching the traffic signals reflecting on the wet road. What a pretty planet we live on!