I thought Spring was on its way, but Old Man Winter isn’t through with us, it seems.
The deer herd cruised through the backyard looking for anything halfway edible still remaining this late in the year.
This big buck still had his antlers last week when he wandered through. Another smaller buck with him had already dropped his.
The remnants of conehead flowers in the wildflower garden are not very tasty, I guess. Perhaps the birds have gotten all the seeds out anyway.
This kind of scenery is a lot prettier in November than it is in March.
Time to move on…Winter!