The last fling of winter is over. ... The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it. It is warm now to the touch; it has come alive; it hides secrets that in a moment, in a little while, it will tell. Donald Culross Peattie (1898-1964) If you'd like to know more about Peattie, there is a nice article here.
It rained overnight and into today, washing away some snow, overflowing the little stream, and making mud pie of the road. I can't remember when it last rained. Isn't it funny - the snows of winter completely erase even the notion of rain from my mind. I took this picture in the morning looking out the screened study window.