Heading north to the airport this morning, I stopped for this picture of New Jersey in March. By the time I get home, it will be nearly April, and things should have begun to change. Right now, the forest is largely leafless (except for the dark green gleam of the hollies) and the only color comes from the scattered crunchy remains of last year's foliage underfoot. A skim of ice sits on the surface of the ponds. But the tiny red flowers are bursting on the maples, a few European invaders are blossoming in fields and lawns, and a handful of avian migrants returned this week, so spring is on the way -- and after the brutal winter we've had here in the east, we're so, so ready for it!
Hands Millpond, still frozen over
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