When we moved in most of the leaves were fallen and our property quickly became a forest of gray sticks. Some trees I could identify by bark, or shape, or leftover leaves barely clinging, but overall our little forest is a mystery.
I suspect this little stand of short twiggy trees is wild plums, but I'm not sure. I took these pics on our morning walk and I surely felt like I was receiving an unexpected gift. I hope that I never forget to go slow, and really see and hear what is in front of me. As I write this one of our great horned owls is in a live oak calling...not the normal who-who, but a more sad and plaintive cry...another gift I never expected.
I hope that you enjoyed your day and found some sign of spring waiting for your notice.