This week the sun came out. The temperature rose. The ice and snow began to melt. This is what the children found, or a smattering of what I captured with my eyes and camera. Of course, they found much more. Mystery and wonder and hope. Some would call it trash.

As I uploaded pictures, I found some more signs of spring, apples from fall cooked to the last batch of applesauce, and our once quiet girl making a stick puppet with a fresh attitude, double meaning there if you check out the tongue sticking out and the big fat butt behind and the mischievous grin on her face..signs of buried life emerge in all kinds of ways.

Also, my perennial attraction to the life of plants indoors, roses for love, pussywillows and forced bulbs for spring, same as love some would say.