When Winter Comes, Can Spring Be Far Behind?

So said Percy Bysshe Shelley

     (and my mother, often)


I had not yet taken the Christmas lights down, so turned them on again when we had a light snowfall in mid-January.

The snow melted and a faint rainbow appeared after rain showers...

Now the spring bulbs are coming up...

And the winter blooming flowers are opening...

A drive up Agency Creek on Friday, January 17,  found American Dippers in lusty moods...

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another...

(lyrics by Sheldon Harnick)

Enjoy the moment! It will not come again...