Face

That beautiful face. Her scars show, evidence of a hard young-cathood. Her love shines through. 

 

Aprilismo

 The sun was warm, and the cats approve. 

I dug in the garden. 

Crocus

And April finally establishes a foothold. 
 

Hell

 April 3

Wet, heavy snow, stuck down the bird scarers on the roof.  April snow, I thought. I will melt the next day. We might get more flurries.

April 4

It snowed again, all day all night, in a relentless pattern. 

April 5

And kept going.  Over two inches of water,  another 50" of snow in the mountains. We were left with a good foot of snow here. Record breaking, all over.  Extreme avalanche danger, roads closed. 

Today, the sun is out, and it all begins to melt. I keep hearing the tiny avalanches off our roof.  The roads are clear and dry. 

Global Climatological Fuck Up in action. At least, this year, we will have enough water for the garden, the reservoirs. 

Predicting nearly 70˚F this Sunday 

Helluva spring...

Watered

 It snows, it melts, it. snows, it melts. 

The garden is joyous, with every bulb flower gearing up to bloom, but waiting.  Except the crocus and dwarf iris. The desert candles are still lurking beneath leaves. I peeked, then put the leaves back over them. 

The snow at Alta, the town and ski resort, is at 800"-  over 20 meters.  This is where our water comes from, so this is important. Doesn't cure the drought, but it sure don't hurt. There is more snow coming this week. 

Reading How To Read Water, and my brain is tingling with new connections. 

Had the bad dream again, no House, no Dylan. I was in an apartment building. Climbing up with two of the maintenance guys above the 4th floor into an unlit space via ladders. I even had to wear a hardhat. Only to find the laundry room with a dozen washers/dryers, all fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling. And a guy bringing his laundry basket down - telling me "Yeah, that's where the laundry room is."

Losing all this is the worst of dreams.