As many of you know, Rosemary and I are in the process of selling our beloved home in the Precipice valley. Firhome, as our post and beam creation is called, will soon become the nest for someone else living in this wonderous place.
As a result, this will probably be our last spring experience here in the Precipice.
Over the next three months I will post as regularly as possible, sharing the thoughts, ideas and projects that are filling our lives in these last times.
It will be a rough, often tearfull ride, as we run the roller coaster of emotions from the pathos of leaving to the anxious anticipation of our next life experience.
It seems the Precipice, too, has some ideas about what is an appropriate beginning to this new adventure. We awoke to a dull grey sky, full of tiny bullet shaped snow crystals streaking downward through the morning twilight.
Ice snow, on the first day of spring. How apt I thought, the long embrace of winter reaching forward past the equinox, just to make sure we all know the major engine of this climate is still alive and well.
Not to be intimidated, a few brave birds were huddled under the feeder roof, scrounging what was left by the flying squirrels overnight. These slim pickings were all that was available in this dim shrouded world, far from the promised sunny climes of spring.
The scene is set for our journey.