We’ve had steady warm wind for a few days, and the snow is disappearing. Yesterday, the stream opened up. Those tracks are from a dog or coyote that’s walking on top of the snow; the deer still can’t get through here.
A week ago, it looked like this:
and I was floundering around to my waist in snow; this week the snow is no more than knee high and it feels as though Spring might be dreaming of waking up.
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