Thick green grass abounds, trees are blooming, gardens are being readied for post-Easter planting. Halfway up it sprinkles then the sprinkles turn to regular old rain. It's raining at the bottom of Snowbird. A mile up the canyon, at Alta, fat blizzardy flakes cover the road. There's nine feet of snow midway, one inch new today and 498 total since November 1.
Spring is such a schizophrenic, bipolar season.
The snow goes, the mud comes on. The skiing, bit by bit, dribbles into nothingness. Trash and dead shrubs. The weather, a panacea of sunlight punctuated by occasional blizzards and deluges. Spring's arrival this year is both good and regrettable.