Standing at my window yesterday, I noticed a tiny snowflake that landed on the deck railing. It captured my imagination. How it must have made its journey down from a cloud and gave no thought to being alone, but obediently plopped down on the deck railing — doing what it was designed to do.
This morning, underneath all this mass, there are those first brave snow flakes, holding up their end of the bargain.

25th day of spring in central Oregon








