Balm

with scent of lilacs blooming in the yard, lingering winter kill fetor

Springtime in the Rockies

Snow slants in wind, gloom all day, tonight, tomorrow— Out of murk—lark song https://cdn.audubon.org/cdn/farfuture/hf8Ia05D99GW1Fs4LlvuJmjrOkJGMziebr14clBDqc0/mtime:1416244689/sites/default/files/WESMEA_1.songnum1_NDle_1.mp3?uuid=5c9dfb194d507 In response to the Rattag Community daily prompt word Spring. Thanks to Audubon.org for recording of Western Meadow Lark

O, the Joy: First Mud

O, the joy: first mud! clotting boots, reminding muscle, the muck we’re made of. Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily prompt thaw.

Don’t Ask When Winter Ends. Nature Has Its Own Wake-up Astonishments

May:: snow sifts down on green grass—water in gutters, Then rain:: thunder! Astonish

In Montana People Do Not Use “Fickle” to Describe the Weather

Spring has fuddled off into mountains bleared with late April blizzard. Prompted and brought to you by "Vague"

Have They Kept the Swallows in Capistrano this Year?

"I am certain that the Lord, who notes the fall of a sparrow. . . ." Thomas S. Monson No ill more nauseous than still white quiet in the catkin willow grove. Noise

Sunday Morning, Waiting for Spring!

The fabric of the hour is snow. It wraps and closes roads-- its net of drift slows every go, and nothing bodes but a weary afternoon of wait and tea--and slow hope there will be a soon when God is not sewing snow.