The favorite time

 

Since I'm always up early, sunrise is my favorite time at the house. The Cottonwoods are just turning green and the river rising, although it won't reach peak stage until later in May or June. 

This is a happy time in the Valley, with three seasons of mild weather stretching ahead. And everyone hoping for the best with fire season looming again.

The beavers are still busy sectioning and carrying off the last tree they felled, then I suppose will turn their attention to new destruction. Hopefully they take the sad remains of the private property sign with them.

Our local ISP here has been  reliable over the years, but for some reason started acting up yesterday. Oh, the feeling of panic! No Internet! (Really. Get a grip.)

Anyway, I'm useless when it comes to trouble shooting anything electronic; a cold boot is about my level of my competence.

 

Which of course means yanking out plugs, then trying to remember where they went. Ugh. 

John calls this a "kludge," a wonderful word meaning "an ill-assorted collection of parts assembled to fulfill a particular purpose." He provided a bit of technical support over the phone and it works again this morning, so we shall see.