It's there, somewhere...

...if you look more closely at the tangle of greybrown twigs and branches; the very beginning of baby leaves, plumping buds and brave shoots breaking through the leaf litter that blankets the woods.

It just needs to rain, to pour, to sweep away the salty crust, the grit and grime, the fine winter dust that's dulling everything. It's then that all green, living things will get the final wake up call.

All's well in pooch land...ours is hanging in there and the two big boys are sweet as can be. If people can just walk their dogs ON leash in the woods by the mill it would be so much more pleasant for everyone.

Other than that...not much to report.