Montana is in the throes of early spring; confusion and weather chaos. Friday, I was compelled to dust my bike off after 7 months of disuse because the sun was warm and irresistible. This morning, I wake to find a frosty surprise.
In the early morning, before church, the skies were ominous and the ground white.
The far mountains were dusted with powdered sugar; their peaks shrouded in whipped cream. (or maybe I was seeing everything through the lens of a poor breakfast)
Either way, the air was crisp and cold, driving us to the dark, albeit warm, basement. When we stuck our noses out a few hours later, to our further surprise, the sun was back out and spring had returned to claim the day.
The grass is beginning to get green spots. Our front planter is beginning to sprout. The sun is staying out later into the evening. Shadows lengthen and time shortens as the long, dreary days of winter fade out.
And when I was uploading my pictures after dark, and pulled six files over, I realized I forgot a picture. My fourth surprise of the day: a wind storm shaking the trees and whipping the Tyvek covering the house. It seemed too treacherous to venture outdoors for the last picture. And it would have been a lame picture at night illumined by flash.
And now my wishes for you all to have a beautiful spring full of surprises but not too much confusion, like our dear weather up here. What to do? What to do?