Bubbles

Getting cabin fever. The roads are clear of snow - the black top is almost all visible - but but off-road walking is impossible. The recent thaws and refreezing (when we were away) have ruined the snow as far as skiing is concerned. It's got a hard, crunchy surface and a light interior from all the powder that we got at the start of winter. Treacherous.

So I went for a walk, looking for signs of spring. Down the road, past the cemetery, over the stream (invisible), by the school, along the lake and across the golf course. Haven't been that way since autumn. All the fishing huts are gone from the lake, but there were still a few cars parked out there. Rather them than me. As for spring, there is barely a whisper. A couple of Canada geese honked angrily at me from the invisible stream - they must be finding some open water somewhere. And I found incipient alder catkins - would have made a nice blip if it weren't so windy.

So what's left? A frozen puddle, that's what. Winter's icy grip is still upon us.

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