When I saw the first crocus blossoms in front of my house this year, I almost cried tears of joy. This portent of spring is always a happy and welcomed sight. But this year, my first crocus sighting was especially rewarding.
The same day I saw my first crocus, my daughter looked at her phone and said, “Mom, it was two years ago today that we started online school from home because of COVID.”
by Amber Jensen Ponderosa Pine pollen drifts and swirls in eddies around the parking lot. A few puddles of lingering spring choke beneath the buttery yellow film. It’s almost summer,…Read More
Spring in the Inland Northwest is a time of light, color and song. Birds return, providing a hopeful, joyous soundtrack for the season. Birds in our area are most vocal…Read More