Turning left along a path brought Joe and I to the backside of a view I generally only see from the far end of this scene. Though I could see the cars passing in the distance, it felt as if we were someplace brand new and far away from the hustle and bustle of the daily world. The air was fresh, the ground not yet muddy from snow melt, and the sun warm on our shoulders. Being able to get out and about with Joe and see him enjoying the walks and hikes is a new experience as I usually would hike on my own in the past. Now we do it together, and it is a whole new activity for us in this new phase of life.
There it sits, awaiting a new home. Left on its own to weather the elements as best it can, beside disused railroad tracks. It could be a great future studio, garden shed, bunkhouse or some such useful space. Who knows what the future holds for this tiny shed.
Now that spring has arrived, the drip of melting snow is constant from the eaves. The daffodils are making an appearance along the foundation, tiny sprouts of green in a still snowy yard. It has encouraged a spurt of spring cleaning which will mean open windows and fresh air flowing in on the nicest days. The days of stew and sweaters are drawing to a close, as the days lighten and warm with the coming season. Each bend of the year shows many sides and delights for those who look.
The end of winter snowstorm last week became a chance for the wind to add some artistic touches to the fields in New York.
the full moon has seen more than I ever will.
I got spoiled by the warm weather and snow free ground. Today will change all that, with up to 20 inches on the way. It will be lovely and a nuisance. It will be an indoor day in which to clean closets and cupboards. It will be a day of soup and old movies. It will be a day of driveway and step clearing. Such is winter.