Either way, it was a good, easy weekend. Here’s to an easy week.
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The sun was shining all weekend so instead of a hike in the mountains where we’d still need snow gear, we went to the botanical garden where we wore light jackets and saw flowers in bloom.
Toby did not join us for the outing but he enjoyed the sun nonetheless.

(Pet portraiture by Doc, of course. He takes all the good ones.)
The sun was out all weekend and it really felt like this winter may not last forever. Blue skies, small blessings.
(Post title from “The Poems of Our Climate,” by our buddy Wallace Stevens.)
It was a brisk 45 degrees and threatening rain but we made it up the canyon for a bit yesterday. I had to look up this Hopkins poem when I got back home–because who cares about the weather when you can write ecstatic verse in sprung rhythm about nature?
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
(from “Inversnaid,” by our buddy Gerard Manley Hopkins)
There was a lot less going on this weekend–“just” the gym and cleaning the house and restocking groceries and seeing family and making a couple weeks’ worth of freezer burritos–along with looking at some wildflowers and an excellent sunset.
10/10, would repeat this weekend again.