Meanwhile, back at the crocus...
Strangely geometric things are going on. I don't know my crocus from a hole in the ground, but this part had leaves like a crocus. I have to do some searching to figure out what derivation of a polygon this comes from. Anikin's head is spinning as well.
Weird March weather has brought on the melt/freeze blues, when it's 40 degrees one day and -4 the next. The sled tracks seem to stop in their tracks. Why is there always one heading straight for a tree, even if you have to go out of your way to get there?
And our creek ice seems to have turned to some sort of hardened plastic. Bazooka Joe wouldn't stick to it, so I'm reasonably sure it's not Silly Putty. Yet.