Finally, it looks outside as March should. We have a motionless gray sky. The ground is half-covered in dirty snow, half in wet, crushed leaf litter. Two weeks ago, when Charissa and I walked the Westchester “wilderness”, it was more like April, even down to some whistling frogs. In between times, we have had January. Tomorrow, I am going to hike in gray, drizzly March, before May suddenly arrives. And before April arrives, I’d better post my March Taking a Column – about that Westchester wilderness. Here we go:
Finding Wilderness in Westchester at Hersam Acorn.
Westchester preserve is a charming oasis of wilderness at The Hour.