Wednesday I was taking some photos at a
lovely pond with ducks and geese and it looked
like spring. Wednesday night 6 inches of heavy
wet snow with lots of slush and we were back
to a winter wonderland.
Thursday I dropped by the pond a little
after seven. One brave feathered icebreaker
was making some paths.
Some folks were just looking iconic.
I went back at lunch. It looks like interpretive
dance has broken out
And back in the parking lot some of us
are still sprucing up for spring.
" Calling softly to the fixed lakes
As earth gets up in the frosty dark, at the back of the Pole Star
And flies into dark
Through the precarious crack of light
Quacking Wake Wake"
The Wild Duck