Spring is certainly taking its time around here. My husband reminded me yesterday that our neighbor Meghan will probably be having her annual Easter egg hunt this weekend. Our two long stretches of field with a few trees intersect and last year we called to warn her about the poison ivy that likes to cluster around the base of the trees. This year, if the kids brave the few slippery patches of muddy ground, they may very well have to tunnel through the snow for their eggs.
Once the snow receded in our front yard, we found these trails snaking through the grass.
We think they might have been highways beneath the snow for mice or chipmunks. Unnerving how close this is to the house. It might explain the high number of mice we caught in the basement.
My bushes, which grow so enthusiastically that I have to cut them back at least three times over the course of the summer, have been either nipped down to bare twigs by the deer,
or were crushed by the
we built with the snow blower. Mt. Everest
Still, here’s our first – and only, so far – arrival.