A different season

In this stretch of weeks after the snow cover has melted but before the leaves pop out and summer stampedes into town, it's looking a lot like autumn around my running paths. Today I meandered down to the river, and the slope down to the riverbanks was still covered with a blanket of leaves. Add a gray and chilly day (and some snowflakes), and it did feel like fall.

 

The buds on the trees, though, tell a different story: spring is on its way.