Tomorrow will be the day. Tomorrow will be sunny and warm, and a few hours of that will be all that’s needed for the first “new green” something to appear. Yesterday the rain finally stopped, except for an evening shower that I ignored. Still, the gloomy overcast remained all day, dark enough so that the entire afternoon seemed like a long twilight.
Last evening I wandered around the cabin, hoping to find something that was “new green.” It didn’t happen. I carefully examined the patches of moss but even the moss has the look of something that’s been through a rough spell. Being covered by four feet of snow can do that, even to the best moss.
It is still soggy here and still squishy, though I don’t seem to be slurping when I walk in the woods anymore. I’m calling that progress.
I half-expected to hear a phoebe this morning but that didn’t happen either. The time is right, and a full day of sunshine to fly north might be enough to bring them. I think tomorrow will be the day for that, too.
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