Last night, I awoke to the sound of snow sliding off my tent roof. This morning I found roughly five inches of wet snow on the ground.
But I have seen a robin. Last week, a migrating saw whet owl migrated through the forest behind me. A skunk has left fresh paw tracks across my morning walk. A single Canadian goose just flew overhead.
Spring is coming.
It’s going down to -21 in the next few days.