Trying to be Spring

Sunday. I bundled up for a decidedly non-linear ride around Bussum. I knew I would get lost in Het Spiegel ("the mirror", Bussum's west side, and in fact the other side of the railroad tracks).

This is the actual GPS trace of the afternoon's ride. Sort of "painting the town." A new art form. Eat your heart out, Picasso.
 

These I mistook for tulips. But it's still early for tulips. They are crocuses. Crocae? Hmm.
 

There is snow all around me, here. I'm freezing to death out here, and these guys are blooming. Showoffs.
 

My updated local bike map is getting pretty interesting. You can see how the west side of Bussum has filled in nicely. The round thing at top is Naarden.

All manner of plant life are budding. This is in the locally famous park across the street from my apartment: Het Mouwtje. (Yes, I'm looping back home--it's really cold.)
 

Jackson Pollack, eat your heart out.
 

It's staying light later every evening, *much* later every week. Soon I can start evening rides again--by April it will be light enough. And warm enough.