A brief taste of spring

As I write this it is snowing and a cold north wind is blowing. But we did get a brief taste of spring and went for a long walk behind our place to the river. It was farther than we thought to actually get to the water, the valley being broader then we expected. When we did actually get to the river, there was a steep mud bank which only the dogs could find a way down. No wild flowers yet, Robyn. I look forward to going with you to see the May flowers...if this stinking winter would go away.