It smells like March, that earthy aroma as the ground comes to life. Water trickles can be heard as the melting snow drips off roofs, down slopes and into creeks. Even the cardinals have started to sing. The warmth of the sun can be felt and walking the hills I need to open my jacket. It's early for this transition. Walking on the dirt road I leave muddy footprints. From yesterday to today, the snow has retreated visibly.