Depressions in the snow pack made a Swiss cheese-looking melt outside the French door where we feed wildlife.
Deer are nocturnal grazers, eating what birds, squirrels and mice don’t, leaving their hoof prints behind in the snow.
We hope this melt is the end of winter. Despite problems with downstream flooding, we are glad to see it go.
It has been a solitary winter. So cold we didn’t feel much like leaving home. So snow-packed it was a struggle to get into the yard. The driveway buckled, providing new places for ice melt to pool. Reading, writing, cooking and hanging out were tasks to relish for the season. It is time to turn the page.