shapes change

change is constant...stasis is death...that is valid for people and for weather...and, at least in my back yard, climate as well...two days and the "sternest" had retreated from winter hereabouts...there is considerable standing water...

the winter rye has begun to emerge from the snow cover...no sign of wheat or ramps just yet...

while the egyptian walking onions...

the native berries...

and new york imports have remained stubbornly green through it all...

in defiance of the weather and the rabbits that have been criss crossing my back yard in search of something to browse...it is the second half of february and i would probably profoundly mistaken in thinking winter nearing its end...still...we remain on the lookout for crocuses.