Spring-ish

Spring in Western Oregon is such an on and off game of chance.

We've had our daffodils, the magnolias are stripped of blooms.

Dandelions freckle the grass, ferns flourish and the mosses,

oh, the cushy, verdant mosses are cloaking stem, trunk and every

rock they can claim...lots of real estate snapped up by those bossy mosses.

If you don't care for the weather, give it a few minutes and in the blink of an eye you may find a hole in the clouds and there will be that beautiful spot of blue. Wait a bit and the lovely blue will be zipped up tight, swallowed by the gun metal grey of a solid ceiling of clouds. Rain will fall as mist or in torrents that will flatten the grasses. Hail, too, may tattoo the drive and bounce off the roof. You'll put another log in the wood burner and turn on more lights in the house...only to trot around in the next hour to switch them off as glorious light fills the corners of your rooms. Ever changing and certainly capricious, that's our spring.

 I will leave you with a few photos from the last week or so.

Either a turkey vulture or turkey buzzard warming up before riding the thermals.

And last, a darling baby. I think that we have had at least nine born in the last few weeks. 

Thank you, as always, for your visits.

xo, Ellen,

(Well, that is certainly an interesting mess of "formatting". In all probability due to the fact that I have practically forgotten how to write a post.)