The south-facing hillsides, though, were mostly snow-free and it was those that made me think of the crocuses. Looking at the tawny grass among the bleached trunks of scattered aspens and poplars - even though these hillsides look like that for most of the winter - made me realize that it’s March already. And the crocuses have to at least be thinking about breaking through.
I’d gone that way to look for anything green. Even though it has been cold, the chinooks that have stopped by to tease us have warm things up a bit and now that the hours of daylight are getting back to a reasonable level, I thought I might get lucky.
The first place I headed too was the upper reaches of Dogpound Creek. There’s a few springs that bubble out of the ground up there and a couple of years ago I found a killdeer that staked one of them out for a winter home.
The springs were there, all right, but they were barely visible through the snow. The edges and moss along their banks was green in spots but too far away for even my long lens. No killdeer either.