It never fails. Just when we let ourselves really believe Spring is here, it snows. We should have known, when most of the yard was visible again and the roads were dry, that another snowstorm was just around the corner. It is after all only April. If March comes in like a lion and goes out like a grizzly bear, April comes in like a lamb but is really only a polar bear in sheep's clothing.
Alas, we awoke this morning to a good 3-4 inches of the fluffy white stuff. * Sigh *
BUT ... the mother eagle is flying back and forth across our yard a few times a day, which hopefully means that she is finding food for an eaglet or two. And the swans are back from their winter vacation. AND, the pussywillows are in full bloom. So Spring can't be that far away. Can it?
One of my favorite colors of Spring is the blue lupine that floods the meadows and sides of roadways in Alaska. It's hard to believe, when everything is brown and white still, that there will soon be color everywhere. For now, I will have to be content staring at the bar of Blue Lupine soap in the kitchen. At least it's a concrete reminder that Spring will come eventually. Because it must.
