One of the close-by mountains showing its snowpack and a couple avalanche paths in the evening light.

Meanwhile, down where the birds are singing and the trees are budding... well, birds are singing and trees are budding. Thursday it snowed, and Saturday it was in the 60's.

The convertibles were out, and open jeeps, and lots of Harleys. Note to the moron on the sleek yellow motorcycle: I don't wish harm on anyone, but you do 90mph on our little highway, and then accelerate on the straightaway, you are an idiot and I wish there'd been a cop at the junction to see you whizzin' by. I'd much rather read about your stupidity in the police reports than the obituaries.

It was a glorious day, and I was out in it. I transplanted a tamarack, built a little 4'x4' garden box, and looked longingly at the river. It FELT like swimming weather, but the snow across the river subtly reminded me no, not quite yet.

Today it'll be 70 degrees, a few of our little indoor seeds are sprouting in their peat-pellet mini-greenhouse (after less than two days!!), and it's time for a trip to the Swan River Nursery.