We’ve had several days of cloud, cold winds, and flurries.
(It hasn’t actually rained since January.)
Then last night, at sundown, the cloud cracked apart to allow a dramatic spotlight to shine on the trees behind the pond.
And this morning was glorious.
I went for a long hike. Butterflies were everywhere. I saw three species, but the commonest was the Mourning Cloak.
A few aspen catkins were beginning to show.
I walked further along the bush road than I have ever been before and came upon a derelict cabin. Packrats had nested in the stove. I was much amused by a mop that had been hung on a wire from the roof to keep it away from mice and squirrels. (I have done the same myself.) The mop was in perfect condition. I wonder when it was last used to mop the floor!