It was so warm Sunday afternoon that I took Chad and Kristina for a walk in the wood.
Chad identified the tracks of a Meadow Vole– only he called it a “Meadow Vobe“, until we figured out what he meant and corrected him. How this boy knows these things is beyond me.
I found some vines–“telephone wires” we always have called them– and some seed pods.
It was a nice walk. It always amazes me how even the relatively bleak winter world is still so beautiful. The wood’s skeleton is so sophisticated.