Remember Spring is a Fickle Thing three days ago?
Crocuses were showing, grass was bare.
Look what happened yesterday:
And by the time I went for my afternoon walk today, it had melted on the bottom layer because the ground was heating up from the sun, but the top layer was still fluffy snow - which meant that instead of stepping into fresh snow and creating this kind of footprint:
sometimes I stepped into snow that looked exactly the same but created this kind of footprint:
|That's very wet there. Like walking in an inch of rain. If rain could pile up into a vertical inch.|
Yes, I was wearing boots. But not rain boots. Probably should have been wearing rain boots.
In contrast, the streets were bare, because most of the snow was plowed off in the morning and then the sun melted all the bits left behind. There were a few puddles as a result, and that made for some interesting sights, like this reflection of a tree ...
|So clear you can see the blue sky!|
Further along, the snow was piled up on my favourite bench ...
|Utilitarian, but comfy.|
|Picturesque, but those slats - ouch.|
and made a clean white background for the railings to throw their shadows on at the look-off shelter:
The crows were having a convention, or maybe a concert - it was hard to tell but it sure was noisy:
This rock wall made a nice contrast to the snow:
Beauty everywhere. And when it melts, there will still be beauty everywhere. I feel incredibly lucky to have so much nature at my doorstep.