Despite the damning of weathercasters by wannabe tomato growers, the past week offered a rare glimpse into the heart of Mother Nevada in all her fickle beauty. Dark skies and raging winds have served as a battleship gray backdrop for a spring rich in rare color.
Mom wallows in the lushly drunken luxury of a water-sated winter.
Her attractiveness and fertility intoxicate and seduce. But she also warns us. If you would abide close to her bosom, you must embrace her dark side. The black crows now rearing their young throughout the region act as her messengers. They clean her estate of fowl matters most foul.