First time out in almost three weeks, thanks to a combination of lousy weather and the Head Cold That Would Not Die.
Not that I've missed much. Here it is, April, and it could still be mistaken for February. Just a couple of vague signs of spring, like the sap running from these lopped-off branches of a Cappadocian Maple.
I thought about tasting it, to see if it was anything like Sugar Maple, but the thought of being laid out again didn't appeal...
Thanks for stopping to take a look.