The Last Snow on the Ground

It seems like much more than a month ago that we got three feet of snow and all our favorite trails were completely buried. It was truly only a month, though, and now it smacks of spring more than winter. The dogs were as happy as they've ever been to be out on a trail. They love snow, but they also love the panoply of smells and mud puddles that come with spring.

 

This may turn out to have been the last day that there was any snow in the woods. The banks left by plows may linger for a week or two more, but in the woods, there are only traces where dells shade the ground for most of the daylight hours. And so the year marches on.

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