Hints of Spring and Winter's Casualties

Sunshine, a touch of warmth, the piles of blackened snow on the curbs are shrinking.

The first shoots of daffodils in the garden...

Mother Nature is relentless.

The squawking of the Sandhill Cranes fills the air, dozens of northbound flocks high overhead...

One less wool jersey in my layers...

The pavements broken from snow plows and frost lift...

Sharing the rack with a forgotten bike.

Will it ever roll again?

probably not...

                                             Still waiting for the crocuses... Spring any day now.
                                                                
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                                                                                                                     VSR.