Things around here are finally starting grow. Look, some daffodils. These were here when we moved in and so far have popped up every year in spite of my neglect and the giant anthill beside them.
My Tamarack is starting to get needles now. These trees are a study in contrasts. Their cones and needles are so tiny, their branches generally pretty thin, but the whole tree from afar is so tall.
I can't remember what tree this is. It sends out seeds that are like a hybrid pinecone/pussy willow.
Even the wildlife is coming out to see what's going on. When we were kids, a turtle was a very rare sight. I only remember finding one or two and they were near swamps.
The ducks are back and it looks like the Mrs. is making herself a nest right there while the Mr. watches over her and keeps the sandpipers away. Poor things. The creek is insanely low. The kind of low that has the elders telling tales about the last time it was that low and they were kids.
We didn't get much more than a spit of raindrops here and there. The bush is matchstick dry and the winds have been pretty high the last three days. There were a few new fires and the elders and people with respiratory problems are on evacuation alert. I have some bags packed with pictures, changes of clothes, some knitting books and today I am going through the yarn to choose some good stuff to get put in the bags. Now I just need a couple of carseats in case it's a last minute "You have five minutes to get out." evacuation and I have to meet parents somewhere else. Let's hope it won't come to that.
Send rain, please.
P.S. Katy says she would like some rain too.