winter's end

in my mind, the first of march is the first day of spring. i know that's not quite true, and i don't let a march snowstorm (or two) get me down, but i can find little hints of spring everywhere.
don't get me wrong: i love winter. but maybe more than any of the individual seasons i profess to love, maybe i love the changes the most. watching the transition creates such hope and anticipation, every time a shift is about to happen.

we are still playing around in the snow cave at the park, but we are doing it in the late afternoon sun.

there is still ice on the lake, but there is a peek of sand on the beach. 

skiing last weekend had a decidedly spring feel, with slow soft snow and bright sunshine. 

bluebird day!

laying in a sled on a frozen lake is actually a pleasant warming experience in the early march sun. 

the scooters are back! (the attitude, however, never went away. look at that pose. priceless.)

and this weekend? daylight savings time--the best of all times--starts.