At this time of year, as quickly as the snow comes...it goes. We've had a couple of glorious days recently that have felt tantalizingly like spring, with that perfect combination of new warmth and lingering chill, and just a little bit of a sweet fragrance in the air.
Along one of the roads to our house, the fruit trees are still sleeping, with cherries to the left and pears to the right. It won't be long before they show signs of awakening. In just over a month, the valley will be resplendent with white-pink blossoms, a sure sign of spring and one of our favorite times of year.
Mt. Adams in southern Washington is the mountain that we see from our property. Some days it feels like it is right there. It is, however, across the Columbia River from us here in Oregon.