The last of the snow is hiding out in the shadows, like a Cuyahoga politician waiting for the indictment. The water has mostly drained off so it’s time to get into the yard. Luckily, the brains of the operation was with me, so we mainly looked around the yard. Boy, is it a mess. The yard is strewn with branches, overturned yard ornamentation, toppled bunnies and muck. And then there are the deer tracks. The yard is one large mud pit this time of year so the tracks are easy to see. If the kids were still little, I would be making plaster molds, but the kids are grown and I really want the deer to move elsewhere. Michigan would be fine or Pennsylvania, if they prefer. Heck, if they moved to the other side of the street, I would be happy. Meanwhile, I am throwing orange peels where ever I see deer tracks.
Amongst all the muck and deer tracks are signs of spring. Ladies mantle and swamp marigolds are growing. The hellebores are finally snow free, so how far away can blooms be? Now if only we could stay rain or snow free for a couple weeks.