Monday, March 9, 2026, 27.2*, 89% RH, 0557
Through the dark, past the fence, eyes watching our morning ritual rose higher as if the watcher stood from a sleeping position or perhaps had been drinking from the stream freed of ice and snow’s blanket. Heavy frost, deck slippidy. Sensor lights begin shining on snow still sparkling as the three move about the perimeter.
Yesterday 54* roof melting, water dripping into gutters running to downspouts buried in snow; blue skies, cotton candy clouds, crows, mud squelching with every step in the driveway. The three want to run, to chase, to be chased. Their fenced-in land requires more warmth to excavate layers of winter to reveal their dusty playground.
Portent of spring: shedding coats, restlessness.
Photo: LJ Austin
