The sights and sounds of spring as we walked up for the paper this morning; the forsythia budding along the path and the sound of a motor boat on the bay - no sight of the boat itself as the fog was in

As I walked up the path for the paper I couldn't help but contrast the warmth of the sunshine and the bird song with the cold grey silence of the winter.

A perfect early weekend morning spent chatting in the sunshine with my neighbor while our dogs romp.

The tide is out and the water is a gray blue and very sparkly. Lots of traffic on the path to the beach, both foot and paw, this morning.

A miserable little drizzle out there tonight.

The water fowl are all lined up along the stream this morning eager to be drinking the runoff from the spring which doesn't freeze.

The sunrise gave the water an amazing violet hue this morning, beautiful and unusual. The snow is still crusty. Every footfall creates a great crunchy sound.