What a winter.
Goodbye, winter, please goodbye?
Yesterday afternoon I dug a ladder out of the snow and was able to take a few pictures.
I can take pictures again. A friend sold me her eleven-years old Canon 20D camera a few days ago. It’s a “big” camera, unlike the small ones I’ve used recently. I have to compose pictures through a viewfinder instead of on a flippable viewscreen. It’s been nine years since I’ve taken a photo that way. Just about every day I read and reread the instruction manual, and am gradually learning what button does what, and where things are on the menus. Thank you, Cynthia.
Today is the First Day of Spring, 2015, at Wishetwurra Farm.
At 6:46, Eastern Daylight Time, Eos smeared her rosy fingers behind the oaks and swamp maples that line the road to Wishetwurra Farm.
I dug a ladder out from underneath a snowdrift, and got it high enough up the wall of the goat barn to get some shots of white and snowbound Wishetwurra Farm.
In the garden, there’s not much happening.
A section of fence contrasts with the snow.
Wires make interesting shapes and patterns.
A dead “minestra nera” stands above the ice.
There’s a little bit of green showing on a couple of leaves, but this plant’s future is in the compost pile.
There are, however, a few signs of life.
Along the fence line, snow is gone.
So far this month, the ruby-throated hummingbirds have migrated from the Gulf of Mexico Coast to the foothills of the Georgia mountains. They’re on their way north.
I have a feeling that once the weather finally turns, spring will explode.