Rain yesterday, rain today. Rain tomorrow?

Around us, west and north, there's been snow. Does Mother play April Fool's?

It's spring and the earth knows, it's steady unfolding, the bloodroot blooming in the sheltered spaces, and daffodils and windflowers. Even in the drizzle the horses graze quietly and occasionally decide to run, apparently for the sheer joy of running, manes and tails streaming out.