Shadowing of Spring?

Over at No Facilities this morning, Dan gave his readers the duality of a Florida sunset from a business trip and this past week’s snowpocalypse in the Northeast. The only good thing about the snow photos was pretty girl Maddie, the queen of her backyard mountain.

Given a choice, I imagine Dan would prefer to be back in Florida where there are no snowblowers to be found and the weather is a tad bit warmer.

A reply to my comments, from Dan, included, “Think spring.”

Okay, I shall. I will. I did.

In salute to a forthcoming spring (36 days and counting) and with the intent to add a late submission to the weekly photo challenge of shadow, I took a lunchtime stroll on the walking path, soaking in the smell of earthiness and warm rays, and capturing a few photos.

Unlike the Northeast, it’s been fairly nice in Wisconsin. Today’s high, in the upper 30’s, is about 10 degrees F above normal for this time of year. Add in blue skies and the much-needed sun, and there wasn’t much about this day that would keep me indoors during 45 minutes of free time.

This me. Me and my shadow.

The last time I walked this path, it was covered with snow and black ice. Today, most of that had melted, with only a few wet patches. The wind was slightly bitey on the way out, but not a factor on the way back. By the time I returned to the office, I was warm and ready for a plated cold salad.

Yes, I thought of spring for Dan, for myself, for all of the robins who want to come home. It’s starting to feel and smell like it, although I know how fickle our weather can be during the waning days of winter. The meteorologist is predicting a weekend where the high will be 50 F, which is waaaaay above normal. I’ll take it and try not to think or utter the “S” word for fear of a Mount Maddie in my own backyard.

There are many shadows here from trees.

Melting snow, dirt, grass that wants to be green.

You can’t tell by the photo, but the windmills were going full speed.

This was the fourth time I lost a wheel. Must have been walking too hard and fast.

It will not be spring until the ice is gone from the holding pond and the geese begin to return.

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