Winter has departed but the green
of spring hasn’t yet arrived. The woods are just sitting here. Waiting. Black
trees sticking out of a layer of brown leaves.
Not much is going on. The
woodchuck is still hibernating. The deer haven’t come through in quite a while.
The birds stopped coming to the feeder and are foraging somewhere else. And
don’t get me started on the owl that’s been on vacation for six months.
Everyday the woods look the same, although today fog is drifting through.