Our first spring here in Alaska was quite a shock for me. It was cold, white and long. One day, when our neighbor came by to feed the horses, I was complaining something awful. The year prior we lived in Oregon with grass already. Willard Scott had been on the White House lawn earlier that day showing off the cherry blossoms in full bloom. I was so depressed and here is the neighbor lady letting me vent. I asked her if it was ever going to end. Kathy was telling me how break up works and that you can almost watch the leaves open. As she is getting into her truck to go home she stops, looks at me and says, “that’s spring. I hope you’re home that day.” Get’s in her truck and leaves. I sat on the steps and laughed and laughed. Little did I know that she wasn’t far off the mark. I took this photo of the lilac leaf buds on Tuesday April 27 and they are almost all opened up now. We have small amounts of green grass and the robins have been constant visitors. I love spring and I was home that day.
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