The summers are the bestests of time here. Going to where the bears were last seen. This wilderness becomes a safe harbor for creativity. The rainy days are very delicate and a mist hangs over the mountains draping the naked trees. The nights have changed to a gentle cold rather than the intense all encompasing cold where your fingers freeze to the doors.
Nature is either unsure or still asleep.
The snow is finally melting. Violet just caught her first bird for this year. That really means spring is here. I think my cats slept all winter. They hated the snow.