I loved the look of this tree, clinging to the bank while hanging out over the water. It has been growing that way for several years by the look of it.
This long fallen tree hosted somebody over the winter.
And most certainly this is the entrance to a gnome home...
In a few short weeks, this bank will be filled with the wildflowers that draw me out again and again, with their yellows, blues, pinks, whites, and magenta. Hard to believe right now.
This path runs along the creek, and you can see how the deer have traveled this way many times. Along the way I saw many places where they chose to cross the water to the hill on the other side which leads to a field.
Outside the shop, daffodils poke up their leaves next to a sage plant.
I'm not sure who this was. A raccoon? Squirrel?
The buds of the star magnolia look very promising indeed.
A view of the sodden ground leading into the woods. You can hear the ground seeping water everywhere. I hear a single bullfrog call - just once. I couldn't stand anywhere for long, as the ground sucked on my boots.
Finally, this growth inside the shell of a hollow tree trunk reminded me of a profile of old man winter, begrudgingly giving up his space to the spring. Give it up, pal.
Ah... such sweet dreams of spring are upon us now. It's almost over, this dark, dreary spell. I could smell it.
In a few short weeks, this bank will be filled with the wildflowers that draw me out again and again, with their yellows, blues, pinks, whites, and magenta. Hard to believe right now.
This path runs along the creek, and you can see how the deer have traveled this way many times. Along the way I saw many places where they chose to cross the water to the hill on the other side which leads to a field.
Outside the shop, daffodils poke up their leaves next to a sage plant.
I'm not sure who this was. A raccoon? Squirrel? 
The buds of the star magnolia look very promising indeed.
A view of the sodden ground leading into the woods. You can hear the ground seeping water everywhere. I hear a single bullfrog call - just once. I couldn't stand anywhere for long, as the ground sucked on my boots.
Finally, this growth inside the shell of a hollow tree trunk reminded me of a profile of old man winter, begrudgingly giving up his space to the spring. Give it up, pal.
Ah... such sweet dreams of spring are upon us now. It's almost over, this dark, dreary spell. I could smell it.