“As wave is driven by wave
And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead,
So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows,
Always, for ever and new. What was before
Is left behind; what never was is now;
And every passing moment is renewed.”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses

Time does indeed move on, and spring is the season of rebirth and renewal, in theory, at least. Of course, having dispensed with the latest snow this morning, and looking forward to some sort of wintry mix tomorrow morning, it’s hard to remember that spring is here. But, it really is. I saw geese flying north at dusk on Sunday, and the robins were back in the yard as the snow was melting, and I chased away the pair of swallows that were eying the open garage while I was shoveling the driveway (reminder: must keep the door closed for the next several weeks), and all of that means that, although the weather hasn’t caught up yet, spring is here, and, since younger daughter will be away at college next year, today is (hopefully) the last snow day I will have to contend with.

The photos above and below were taken at Monticello on March 30, 2018 – not many things were blooming there yet, either, but these were.