Snowfall

We've been lucky. Two snows in two weeks, with temperatures low enough for them to stick.

The lake in Prospect Park has been semi-frozen, and we wonder when we will see raccoons walking on the ice again (the last time was in February this year, a roaming pack of 12, possibly a once-in-ten-year raccoon reunion?). 

When the sun shines, it glitters.

Hawthorns hanging low. 

It's interesting that birds don't eat the fruit now. Given a choice, they mob the remaining crabapples, instead.

Unrelated, but not really: If you like almanacs, I contributed a monthly foraging column to The Other Almanac 2026. And there is a lot more in it, too. 

Find it in the usual places and from the publisher.