A grey cover above,
thin enough perhaps the sun will break through later today. Patches of snow are gone, patches remain. Spring has not yet jumped out of the plane, but we can hear the plane in the distance; it's coming this way, we're sure of that.
No frost on the windshield of the car. My God - I think a finch has flashed across the driveway in front of me. Yes - there it is now on a branch, a little duller than I'd expect, but a gold finch definitely, a female, I believe.
Out in the country I see lines of geese in the sky, uncertainties looking for a place to set down to feed and gabble. A lone goose, a pair, looking for their fellows, taking the short line to a vee in the west.