A friend rightly pointed out that the brown husks we see at this time of year are not rightly representative of spring so much as of last fall.
Leftovers. There's beauty, even here.
The kids and I found a unique leftover the other day: a discarded bug house. We did a bit of research and found out it was, in fact, a Goldenrod Gall; winter-home to the Goldenrod Gall fly. The hole was a good sign. It meant that the larva was already out and on his way. So when my sons decided to bring some galls home, I wasn't worried about chubby white stowaways.
