Since last Monday, my employer has strongly recommended that all employees who have the ability to work from home do so. I’ve chosen to interpret work from home as rusticate in a cabin just outside the White Mountain National Forest. After a work week glued to laptop video conferences, two days of bluebird skies and winter hiking were an exceptional relief, and also perfectly aligned with social distancing guidelines.
It rained hard the day before, so there was some crust on top of the snow, but no footprints in the trail. Added bonus: the crust was solid enough to avoid postholling. Mostly.
In the city, early spring flowers are starting to show their heads, and the snowdrops and crocuses shunned by urban lagomorphs are brighten the landscape. No signs of flowers— here the snowpack holds sway, but the trees know. Mud season is just around the corner.