Actually we still have a couple of feet of snow in the forest, but now it gets to be a few degrees above freezing in the daytime, the stream is running fast, and it feels like spring.

There were seven deer behind the barn yesterday, sniffing out where the garden is under the snow. Everybody thinks the deer are so beautiful, and of course they are beautiful, but they are also like Very Big Bunny Rabbits, who come back in the summer to eat my cabbages. I tell them, “Go have lunch in the forest like anybody else.”

The other sign of spring is that the beautiful women in Montreal take off a few layers of winter clothing. (Oops, was I not supposed to say that?)

Anybody else got spring?

There’s only one per year, and as you get older, they come and go faster. I think that has something to do with Albert Einstein, but I’m not sure what. The relativity of something or other?

Anyway, the raccoons are back in the barn again, and this means war.