Surely this is old man winter's last little laugh. Thursday May Day. And what a day it was. Yes, the Harbor is still a frozen daiquiri, but the sky was clear, the sun warming, and the backing to the west wind, light and not as cool. Chose to mark the day by removing the remnants of last year's flower box glory and loosening the black soil from its winter grip.
Nothing so connects one with nature like digging bare hands in warm dirt.
Friday Another beautiful spring day. A day to sit in the sun, listen to the wind sweep through the pine grove, and watch large and beautiful steelheads trying to leap the wier at the Lake Eliza dam. It's time for the spring fish runs up the swollen creeks discharging into the Harbor. The even larger sucker run should start soon. It's amazing that they got to the dam.