
Well it’s April 2nd so it can’t be a joke. The flakes keep flying as winter marches on.
Although it is a beautiful way to start the week if I do say so myself.

Well it’s April 2nd so it can’t be a joke. The flakes keep flying as winter marches on.
Although it is a beautiful way to start the week if I do say so myself.
With the weather this last week going from shirt sleeves and short to gore-tex and boots in the course of a single day this Prairie dog asks the question is it spring yet?
Although I like the unpredictability of it all it sure was nice sitting on the patio with the afternoon sun warming my bones the other day.
Is it spring yet?
Seems like it is time again to bid the Goldeneyes farewell for the season. We all can sense spring is in the air and they have all abruptly left the local pond this week for their annual migration to the north. We may yet get a snow storm or two but the goldeneye migration is a natural calendar I can count on to tell me middle March is here.

Seeing through a brief moment in time.
The brief moment when the clouds have cleared.
Yes, sometimes just a glimpse is enough.
Enough to satisfy and provide clarity.
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