I spent my day staring at icicles. The melting was in earnest.
Even now, the trees still glisten.
In the voice of David Attenborough, green has returned to the tundra once more.
It's 36 degrees. I'm listening to this. A cup of coffee on the desk. A friend on the way over for supper. I think I have cleaned the basement for the last time.
I need to sow some seeds soon.