The pale, frost of winter has long since receded. Nature seems to have decided it was spring weeks before the calendar or meteorologist declared it so. Although the temperature is brisk and wind sometimes biting, the strong, bright sun tempers it into an early version of spring. There are buds on the trees and nothing white and icy to shovel.
This winter has had a desolate melancholy that seemed make everything chilled and bleak. What will spring bring? I’m not sure. So, I take a brief look back at the passing winter season in pictures.