This March no lacy edges embroider the frozen lake; no bear paw padded prints in the snow. Francis Slocum State (PA) Park is greening. The brooks stumble over worn stones then quietly meander through roots. The table is full and awaits spring’s migrating guests.
Spring is here, I just have to be willing to look in odd places, willing to see the promise of unlikely signs. Click on the image to open in a full-size carousel, from which you can browse each photograph. Enjoy!