It’s spring! Wait … It’s still winter.
This time of year on the Western Slope tends to give me weather-induced whiplash. One minute I’m reveling in the sudden warmth, and the birds happily chirping around the feeder in my yard, and the next minute I’m battling a snowstorm and digging my parka out of the back of my closet where I optimistically stuffed it, thinking it no longer useful. I’m itching to get out in my yard and start clearing away the debris that has been under the snow all winter. I’ve also been searching anxiously for those first tulip and daffodil spikes that herald the arrival of longer, warmer days, and bright spots of color to break up the dull browns that have been my view over these long cold months.
This past weekend’s sleet and snow interrupted my date with my yard, so I turned instead to