It starts to feel like it has always been winter. Cabin fever sets in.
I bring some tulips home and arrange them in a vase. A bit of spring on my table. In silent solitude I sit with my camera and find peace among the waxy petals.
Later, when I take the Yorkie outside I see crocuses poking up near the house where the snow is starting to melt. Inside, the sun shines warm through the window in the front room of our house.
Soon it will be slush season. The mess and muck of the melt, a precursor to the sweetness of spring. It is a picture of life.