Once again, it snowed last night. It was a fluffy, easy to shovel snow, but it was snow nonetheless. And it is no longer welcome despite its fresh beauty. It's been a hard winter for us. We're not used to being tasked so regularly to wield the tools to clear the stuff, and if we slack off about it, the chore becomes that much more difficult as it softens and refreezes into an icier, and really intractable mess. On days like this the computer goes directly to the real estate sites that catalog what's "for sale" in the part of Florida we intend to move to eventually. "Eventually" seems waaaaay to uncertain a date at the moment.
So here is a photograph from 2004 of our back woods in very early spring. It's a pleasure to look at today when this scene is white and wood. We can hardly wait!