We found this tree with big fuzzy buds. I thought they looked like the furry catkins of a pussy willow tree and he thought they looked like tiny rabbit's feet. I remember this tree having pretty white flowers last spring which makes me think it's some kind of dogwood.
Some green was spotted, so we pushed away the snow and found this moss. Green never looked so good to me. Wisconsin has about 400 native species of moss and I don't know where to begin finding out the name of this one.
This cedar tree has been attacked by a woodpecker and it's prognosis for a long life can't be good. Trees with wounds like this are susceptible to insects, diseases, fungi and bacteria. The woodpeckers that I sometimes see in our area are red-headed, red-bellied, downy, hairy, northern flicker and pileated.
These mossy-covered handprints were in the concrete near the bridge. We wondered who they belonged to and made up our own stories. Phillip thought it was a fossil and I thought maybe one of the workers building the bridge left the imprints although they looked small enough to be a child's hands.
Instead of making our way back over the bridge, Phillip convinced me that we should walk through the open water where it's only a few inches deep. We had fun, but our feet got a little wet and so we headed on home.
"It's spring. I feel it in me blood."