Today I spotted my first flowers of the year. I found these flowers in wet, low lying woods. I believe these are Anemone hepatica, although if anyone wants to disabuse me I’m willing to listen; I’ve never been a competent taxonomist.
The snow is entirely off the fields, with only small patches in the shady spots. All over sprouts are beginning to emerge. The pastures are a few weeks from having anything substantial for the animals to eat, but the inch-long blades of grass are harbingers of our grazing season. The pigs and cattle are biding their time eating hay, looking longingly over the fence at the tiny green shoots.