It is unseasonably warm for late February, although the ground remains frozen from winter’s normally frigid cold. There were several good snow falls from late December until earlier this month, but for the last two weeks it’s done nothing but rain. This morning, the sky is gray with a bit of blue peeking through the low hanging clouds.
I was attracted by the color of the yellow grass against the muted trees and underbrush growing along both the banks of both sides of the creek. In what is normally a mowed path, a large puddle of mirror-still water had accumulated. It reflected the sky and clouds above and told the story of this morning’s experience.