First bugs of spring
Spring comes late to the Frozen North. Today was the first day of “Spring” Break that actually felt springlike, so David and I walked to the park and back, stepping our careful way over rivulets of melted snow and up ice-covered park paths.
And I saw a bug. A veritable arthropod, a little blackish-greyish thing with wings buzzing about. I didn’t see it for very long, and David didn’t see it at all—but when we stopped at the playground to sit at a picnic table, we saw another bug, and a fly landed on David’s jacket.
Spring’s coming, then. The trees don’t show much sign of it, and we’ve still quite a bit of snow to get rid of yet, but the bugs don’t lie.