I went out this morning in search of signs of spring. It was a beautifully sunny 36 degrees, with a windchill of 28. It felt wonderful!
The chives were still under a few inches of snow. Usually by now I am snipping a few into an omelette. The tulips were still buried too. Dang.
However, I do have a little lake in my hayfield!
As I was walking (rather dejectedly) back to the house, I found this!
You're wondering what the heck it is, and why am I so excited about it, right? Well, once I found that, I knew to go searching for this.
I have quite a few maple trees around here, as you might deduce from the name of the place. As the buds swell, they drop this little papery covering, which the ever-present wind blows into little piles on the snow.
As I was taking the little pile photo, I heard the call of a robin. I was never able to spot him, but I heard him! Woohoo!