Even in this ice bound corner of the North, spring has finally sprung.
Today I saw the first red squirrel of the year manhandling (should that be squirrelhandling?) a bird feeder to get at the nuts inside.
I had to deliver a package by hand to Lidingö, so I decided to take a run back. It was only about 6 or 8 degrees, but it was nice all the same.
