We’ve had so many Warm days, you wouldn’t think the snow could survive. It wouldn’t have except that there was so much of it. This lingering pile of snow represents at least five snowstorms. Also note the abundance of twigs. It was a windy winter, too.
Last year was a mast year, the mastiest of mast years I can ever recall. The ground is still littered with acorns. All of the big rocks along the edges of the yard have acorn pieces on them, as if someone ate their dinner there and didn’t clean up after themselves. Could be. Squirrels are not known for their tidiness.
I found this lonely sleigh bell on the ground. Where it came from and how it got so scratched up I do not know. The story-teller part of me thinks this bell is a clue and that we ought to be searching for a key. Who’s up for a quest?
There’s no puff left in these puffballs. They’ve been depuffed. I know the feeling.