The blue and beige of Wellfleet’s beaches are months in the past
now, a dream to hold in the back of one's mind for a quick embrace when the north wind blows across the snow-drifted streets of New England’s major cities. 
Here in Wellfleet, the snow is gone, except for the occasional patch in the shade. One cheeky chipmunk left his nest and dashes about, cheeks full of the safflower seeds Sven fed the birds this morning. Not a soul did we see on our walk to Great Pond, but several deer had left prints in the soft sand. At this time of year, Nature offers a breathtaking array of bright colors. Stark against the winter landscape, they jolt the senses: many shades of green, but also yellow and turqoise blue. 
