I meander on a second loop around the quarry. The moors and side trails through the woods are deserted, like showing up at the office on Sunday morning, the furniture in place but no one there. It's eerie but the calendar assures you of companionable events.
The advances of spring follow neither art nor science. They get there all the same.
The wind performs a beneficent service, blows the gray away. During my second loop around the quarry the sun comes out. When I return to the shoreline color gratifies the view.
|Red maple blossom|
|Goldfinch and aspen blossom|