
Despite the recent thaw, the level of Lake Ontario is about a half a foot below its long-term average. I read somewhere that more snow evaporates than melts, and we saw evidence of that yesterday as we walked through the park. Snow piles in shady areas were surrounded by puddles, and the ones in the sun were not. Trust but verify. There was, however, enough water running out of Durand Lake and under Lakeshore Boulevard that we were unable to walk along the beach without wading into the stream as it cut across the beach.

There are two kinds of witch hazel in bloom in the park. The tree at the top of the hill on Zoo Road is so fragrant you smell it before you see it. The yellow winter aconite is wide open. The pussy willow buds are in their prime. Spring unfolds so quickly. Someone has to keep track of it. We listened to red-winged blackbirds singing in the marsh and saw a pair of pileated woodpeckers making a racket overhead. And we stopped at the garden on the way back to pick our second batch of wintered-over mache.
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