The cusp

I can tell that Spring is almost here, because I've seen some the sprouts of some flowers pushing up through the mud, but it's not in full enough force that the world smells bad. The woods are still impassable, but so close to passable that I keep getting fooled into venturing in.

Last year's thaw took mere minutes. This year, I'm guessing we won't really able to ride in the woods until the beginning of April.

If you were concerned that pasta was no longer on the move, here's some evidence that it (lasagna) is still moving.