This isn’t the colorful, spring-inspired look you might expect to see this time of year.
Grasses have not grown high yet; the places where they dominate are still brown with last year’s tattered remains.
At a local preserve, a plexiglass sign lost it’s text, creating a dirty window into the grassy field beyond.
The contrast between the grass itself and grass obscured by scratched plexiglass interested me.
(Maybe I should have photographed the bear scat we saw on the path, too).
Also seen that day,
Moss and petals:
A tight fist of unfurling Bracken fern:
And trees blessed by lichens and moss: