Lily Lake is iced over. The park is asleep. Small bugs are still busy under the snow and the ice, and the greenback cutthroats are feeding where they can. I count the days until spring like others count to Christmas....if I can make it to my birthday with a smile, there will be only six more weeks of winter...says the groundhog on most days. When I cannot get warm enough I think of the elk, the calves, and I feel sad for them, it is so very cold living in the forest. I will go visit Lily next weekend and fill a photo frame of her, decked with white I am sure. How many days until Christmas? I would not know...but ask me about Spring....
