Given we got at least 4 inches of snow this weekend, I know I'm a bit early, but I have spring fever! The days are getting longer - our visible daylight is only half an hour less than back home - and I'm ready for spring to arrive. In my efforts to hurry this resistant season I have tulips sprouting in my kitchen window, but they insist on taking their time. Bulbs are also planted outside, but I'm not sure if they are still cozy in their winter slumber or attempting to break through frozen ground and something around 3 feet of packed snow. I keep watching the sun lazily inch further and further north with each sunset, anxiously waiting as it painstakingly works its way down the ever obtrusive ridge to reach the ocean. I know it won't add any time to our daylight hours, but it will bring some sweet comfort. I've never known an Alaska spring and have no idea what to expect. Will it fill the air with butterflies and the sound of birds? Will it replace the blanket of snow stifling the landscape with a fresh sheet of blooms? I'm not sure exactly what tidbits of happiness Spring will sprinkle upon us as she crosses the landscape, but I'm standing outside with my hands open waiting to catch some treasures.
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| A few days ago |
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| Someone cleared the road out of our house so we won't get stuck any more! |
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| Mike spreading gravel on our path to the school |
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