Spring has many faces.
|chillaxing in Siouxan|
In Bend, on our only ski day of the year (our winter completely abolished by my back...*le sigh*), this is what spring looked like:
|snow is actually blowing sideways|
One of the entertaining aspects of new homes is finding out what little delights creep out of the ground thru the seasons. Daily, this year in March, I would come home to find something new:
|absolutely gorgeous, fifty plus year old trillium|
|not sure what kind of cuteness to call these guys, but I love them|
Regaining my hiking legs and stamina, rediscovering the beauty of the forest, of water, of friends and family, both two and four-legged:
|giant ferns, tiny husband (Andy's first visit to Siouxan)|
|revisiting the Clackamas River trail with dear friends|
Twas a good month.
|life so hard|