Saturday: Barefoot at the lake, hunting for agates. Maia and I roll up our pants and flop down on the warm rocks to bask. Back home, I open the sliding door to air out the house and listen to the rushing waterfall.
Sunday: Sloppy snowy mix here, three feet of snow on the Range.
Monday: The male cardinal we've been hearing is sighted.
Tuesday: Windy, misty.
Wednesday: Nubbins of rhubarb emerge from their winter muck; a dozen crocus wait for the sun so they can open.
Today: Blizzard warning through Friday night; 14 inches and 50 mph winds expected off the lake.