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| SWELLING COTTONWOOD BUDS |
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| ...DITTO... |
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| VIBRANT ORANGE-YELLOW OF WILLOW TWIGS |
Sunday, 9:00 AM. 27 degrees F at the ferry dock, 25 on the back porch. Wind ENE, bitter, with strong gusts. The sky is mostly cloudy, the humidity 70%. The barometer has begun to rise, now at 29.78" A week of light snow and flurries lies ahead.
Locked n the bonds of a seemingly never-ending winter, we continue our desperate search for spring. We know it will suddenly burst upon us when we least expect it, but that does little for us at the moment.
When one is desperate one grasps at almost anything...like the fat, swelling buds of the cottonwood trees. More to the point, willow twigs are becoming a vibrant orange-yellow, an actual harbinger of spring. A more subtle indicator is the graying of hillsides with a significant population of aspen, as the dormant buds acquire a hint of new life. It is a scene so subtle that I don't think it can be photographed with any accuracy, although a good artist might capture its nuance on canvas.
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