It’s raining and foggy now and it was overcast yesterday when these images were taken. But that’s okay.
Temperatures are rising nicely; virtually all of the ice and snow are gone; the exposed earth and mosses are exuding an almost-arousing aroma;, and the small streams have broken through their frozen prisons and are bounding joyously through the woods after their jailbreak.
The ice is out of the marsh ponds, which sit serenely, fat and full, as small flights of ducks drop in and consider moving into the neighborhood.
Vernal pools have been formed and are awaiting the annual amphibian invasion.
Are we finally at the season’s tipping point? Hope has arrived for some, anyway. (Brooklin, Maine)