Spring just officially rolled into the Pacific Northwest. Winter weather has arrived; strong Pacific fronts, snow, rain, wind, and cool temperatures. The mountain lakes and the reservoirs have been waiting with parched lips. The weather folk predict three feet of snow by Easter, and the farmers and the Doug fir jump, giving each other high fives, heart and thirsty-root felt celebration.
The cherry blossoms have dropped as new leaves drip in the rain and are whipped by wind, a rude awakening. The limp faded daffodils are barely clinging to their life. We are watching the last of our spring grand floral parade of tulips and iris while avoiding stepping in the puddles.
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