Ermine and Black Velvet

Here, for certain on this first day of March, is yesterday's last frost of February.

So maybe I was premature with Wednesday's posting of what I described as the last of cold-weather aesthetics. We're not there yet.

But the dog brought home a wet but otherwise uninjured baby box turtle the size of a silver dollar yesterday. Even the cold-blooded among us are sensing the worst of the season has passed.