Spring is trying hard, although we have to get through this cold spell first. Here in the lowlands, we're about to turn the corner. Up in the mountains, a different story, with blizzard warnings and feet of snow piling up this week.
Who doesn't long for spring? The older neighborhoods in Seattle are so beautiful because decades ago, homeowners planted ornamental flowering trees and old fashioned shrubs like forsythia, lilac and viburnum. The new builds are usually low-maintenance landscaping and most don't have space for even a tiny yard.
We had a mini-spring stretch of weather in February, but I haven't been outside to work since then and it shows. John starts mowing after daylight savings time (his tradition) but that's not going to happen this wet week.
Over in Carlton, a busy weekend. Friends and neighbors helped to move the backyard playhouse from the old house to the farm. Quite a project. Little did Tom know, when he built it for the girls, that it would someday be repurposed as a chicken house.
In sad news, the game warden killed the Carlton cougar. It is a shame but cougars are rarely relocated. They suffer and struggle to survive in a new territory, or find their way back to their home range. You can't change feline nature.
Remember that old folk song?
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