Taste of spring

Enough politics. Early Spring has sprung. Temperatures in the high sixties brings on a whole new quality to the light , smell to the air, and pulse in the activity of re-emergence here in the northland. Birds are chirping and pecking and nest building (saw the first robin today), buds are popping open on the pussywillows and I can see the sap running in the cottonwoods. I watched a new colt and some lambs trying out their new legs today. During the next couple of warm days you will be able to sit in a quiet place and actually hear the cottonwood leaves pop from their sticky husks. The trout and the robins will start hunting the hatching stoneflies, Bitterrooters will start burning their ditches (fields and houses, a whole nother story) and the whole process begins anew. Of course there is some wintry weather yet to be endured, a driveway to shovel a time or two before it really greens up, but I think the worst is behind us.

Life goes on and I am blessed to live in these beautiful Rocky Mountains, to be healthy and prosperous and surrounded by great friends and a great love. Some times we have to dwell on the positive vibration and get re-charged, renewed for another tilt at the old windmill! Spring is nothing if not the spirit of hope and I want to be open to all that's available.