Signs of Spring

Our house sits on the edge of woods.  Behind the house is a creek. These days, I can hear its rush and gurgle all the way from my front door.

In the puddles among the soggy leaves, the skunk cabbages are pushing up their striped heads.

On a slim, dead tree, I found little ruffles of fungi.

This is my favorite time of year to follow the stream and observe all the new beginnings.