Mid March 2004

Despite the emergence of the shoots and little leaves, March always feels, to me, like the most barren of the months.   Much snow cover is gone - the covers pulled back.  There's the general messiness of rumpled earth and scattered debris and the wind rattles the bare branches. The view is wide and latticed.

A little more snow arrives but melts and evaporates.

The ground is soggy and slurpy underfoot. Blackbirds have arrived early this year and their buzzing calls are plentiful. The Song Sparrows have begun to (click) sing.