The ice on the pond is down to a mere sliver now and the only snow remaining is in the greying heaps that the snow-ploughs left in road-side ditches. I went for a squelchy walk through the woods this afternoon and there were not many signs of life: the ghosts of last year's wildflowers and luxuriant cushions of moss and lichens on the fallen trees and tree stumps.
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