The early spring flowers may be popping up all over, but winter's not done yet. As you walked you could feel that ice has taken in the wet ground, the usually yielding surfaces of the seasons forest are solid, the ditches and pools have an icy crust. I like it when it's like this, it makes getting around the forest a lot easier, a lot firmer under foot. As I wend through the stands periodically light flurries of snow filled the air, only to disappear in the blink of an eye. But the icy cold, that stays. It's clearly still winter. Though the wheel turns and with it the seasons, with March comes spring and promise.
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