The Month of May began with winter wishing to push a final attempt. The day after I relocated all my vehicles back up to the homestead, we got another burst of snow, a few new inches up here on the mountain top. Day broke with an ethereal feel.
The snow is already gone. The sun now relentlessly rising higher every day and the temperatures are readily returning to Spring. Aspens are budding here several weeks earlier than the county I lived in for twenty years, and that is a much welcome sight. I cannot express that enough; six to eight weeks less winter than my last home? That can make a man smile.
One snow drift, however, remains. North side, devoid of sun most of the day, and evidence of what once was.
