Hope of spring This morning, I heard a male cardinal trying to sing up a mate.
→[More:] I thought he was being overly optimistic, but it IS almost March -- even if it is still 19 degrees here in north Missouri.
On my way to the car, under some half-melted ice in my yard, I saw what looked to be pleated, yellowish, frozen and refrozen brain matter. I kicked it and found the stem -- not the brain stem, but the stem to a mushroom that was most certainly a morel. There was another nearby. Apparently, they had tried to brave Monday's thaw, only to be caught in the re-freeze.
However, I will be searching the yard for this delicacy to reappear in a couple of weeks.