This goose at Weeks Pond stood stock still as I approached, photographed, and moved around the pond. The surrounding area was still mostly brown sprinkled with the washed-out residue of last year's green, as it has been all winter, but there was a flourishing of fresh greenery where a small stream puddled near the pond. Promising, despite a snowstorm forecasted for the next day, which did come but wetly, hardly covering ground before melting. Thursday morning I noticed tall sturdy shoots from the daffodil bulbs coming up in my front yard, and snowmelt catching in the spiraling tulip stalks.
No word yet from the interview I had two weeks ago, but I've lined up another one elsewhere for next week. Meanwhile I had to endure a particularly bad day at the office on Friday. I hang in. Spring will come.