Sunday afternoon.

A solitary crow, though many of his colleagues were chattering in the immediate area. Crows are very wary of my walking near them, flapping off if I get close.
The snow pack is settling, and even melting a little, though it is still very cold; well below normal temps for this late in the season. Our back yard is still drifted over; to take the garbage to the can in the alley, I walk out to the street and around the block and up the alley. The flowers were almost covered fairly recently.
And now, from my wifes collection, On Bee We Depend, by Catherine Peet. The frame, a found object, was decorated by the artist, including bees wax panels and a resin embedded bee as the top central ornament.