I’ve postponed writing a new blog because I’ve been waiting for a change in season to signal a memorable place to begin writing. Winter, however, doesn’t seem to want to leave the Latigo region. Here it is, Mother’s Day weekend, and we’re still looking at snow flurries in this week’s forecast. The last two days have been warm enough that we have rivers or melting snow flowing down every hill in the area. You can’t look any direction without seeing snow on the ground, but at least on the bare spots, there is a hint of green. My hardy rhubarb plants are starting to peek up out of the ground much to my delight. The thought that we’ll be entertaining summer guests in just four weeks is a bit startling. Our staff begins to arrive in one week, and all of our start-up projects will get done quickly with their help. The biggest assistance we need right now is some warm and sunny days to melt the snow and dry out the mud, so we’re calling on the Creator of the Universe to help with that little task. Mother’s Day weekend is when we first hear the familiar summer sound of hummingbirds searching for food, and right on schedule we saw one on the 6th. He was just scouting, so we’re looking for the big crowds in a few more days. The feeder is filled and ready.
Randy does a daily measurement of snow and keeps track of the moisture content as well as the inches. At last tally, we were above 280 inches of snow containing 19 inches of moisture. That’s remarkable. Our wildflowers ought to be magnificent this summer!