Brief glimpses of sun this week have quickly succumbed to grey skies.
This morning brought the promise of sunshine and a warmer day.
The back door of the tobacco barn swings wide. The 'woods' which looked so forbidding under a grey sky now beckon under a ceiling of blue.
At some time a vine or creeper [maybe Virginia creeper?] clambered up the sides of the barn and became imbedded in siding. Although the vine is dead it is an integral part of the barn.
The thickened base of the creeper that clings to the boards.
This small 'doorway' at the base of the barn appears to have been deliberately cut out.
Willis has just popped inside.
Willis exits the cat door in a streak of stripes!
A rosa multiflora took root inside the barn and has stretched its prickly arms through a gap in the siding.
Dead vines sprout like wiry hair from the eaves of the barn.
Icicles sparkle in the morning sun.
Willis and Sally companion me as I trudge around the fields.
The dooryard seems alive again under the blue skies.
By mid-afternoon much of this snow had melted, giving way to stiff mud in the track to the barn.
The tobacco barn casts a jagged blue shadow over the back field.
Below the road follows the bend of Big Creek.