Spring Thaw

Spring has properly arrived at the farm. The ice on the pond is breaking up and collapsing. The snow drifts are shrinking. And my snowshoe trail is rapidly fading.

Jonah is standing on the part of the snowshoe trail that crosses the pond dike; now reduce to mud and last year's sheep droppings (or as Jonah calls them, treats). Fortunately there are large snow drifts to the right of the dike and I can pass by that way into the farm lane which still has lots of snow.

The deck of hay wagon, parked behind the pond, has reappeared.

This is exciting times for Jonah, who was born into snow season - grass, mud, poop, all new wonders to be explored.