be moose. They could have been from elk, secretive most of the time. The imprints were too degraded in soft snow to tell.
The new mud sucked at my shoes. Snow squished and water splashed. The frost hasn't left the ground yet so there is a solid ice base to it all. The sun is warm on my skin and the little breeze died.Even if it snows again (and it likely will), today felt a lot like spring with all of the the slush and muck it brings. On the way home, I saw the gopher again and two crows flying against the blue sky. A pair of bluebirds flitted along the fence, darting by so quickly I nearly missed them.
I've been writing on and off for years and this is where my more serious pieces will be.