Spring

I love Spring no matter my location. I love the birds, the flowers, the green grass. It is always new to me, always fresh. I have always been a glass half full kind of gal. Maybe that is why this is such a wonderful time of the year. If I am alive, then it is good...

This year is no different. I will admit I am tired of the snow. We did get a very light dusting of snow last night. It made me think of my mom using a sifter to put powdered sugar on top of cakes. That is the kind of snow we got last night. It rained most of the night and at some point it changed to snow. I love the sound of the rain hitting the tin roof. It is amazingly soothing. I sleep so well with that sound. No need for sleep candy with the ping ping ping of the rain.

Olive and I went to bed with a very new sound last night. The very lazy creek outside my bedroom window has decided to wake up! It is pushing the sides of the banks with it's arms as it stretches from a very long winter - dancing it's way to the Blue Mesa and all it's other friends. Don't you know all the other streams and creeks and rivers have such fun stories to tell when they get together? Like the pioneers of old, finally getting to town after a very long and hard snow-pack, ready to kick up their heels, recharge their emotional batteries!

Of course, I went searching for a strong flashlight to make sure that we did not need to scurry away to higher ground. The research that I have done on this wonderful old cabin has told me it has never flooded in it's many years and I, of course, always say that as I knock on wood!