It may still look like this in the woods:
But the river is breaking up,
The boys have hauled out their bikes,
And C is boiling sap.
So it must nearly be spring.
Inside, when I should have been working on a mountain of writing work (I used the excuse that M needed my computer to do research for his homework), I played with some bright, springy fabrics, while E and Z (after an unfortunate incident with fingertips on the evaporator stove pipe) listened to some Harry Potter books on tape friends gave us. (Z is the one hiding inside a sleeping bag, because he thinks the camera will steal his soul).
What signs of spring have you seen?