Today was a gift. The sun shining, temperatures soared to 50 degrees. I brushed off the long unused porch chairs and parked myself for a few minutes to admire the view.

The pond is still frozen over, but the ice is dwindling. In the front, the only remaining snow are the mounds left by the plow and beneath the eaves. It’s that season of brown – the time between the snow and the season’s rebirth.