On my winter way there’s white, there’s black, and there’s every shade of gray between. But here and there a splash of color, or a subtle nod.
A bit of blue.
High-bush cranberries, beloved of Robins and Bohemian Waxwings
Yellowed orchard grass.
Death of a vole, with fir cone.
Fox tracks. Watch it voles!
Red osier willow (redder and redder as spring approaches)
Moose browse and Sapsucker taps.
Back to nature, blue.
A partridge landed and walked.
Sub-flock of Bohemian Waxwings.
Beech leaves yellow, balsam green.
Golden-retriever-gold red-oak leaves.
- Your moss is showing.
Ever wonder where those blue tarps end up?