In the dark of the night a cold wind carried in an old visitor.
Not wanting to leave these beautiful higher mountains,
The snow came back for another look. It isn't over until it is over, it seems.
It just barely got to freezing, so nothing was harmed during the falling of the snow. The apples and cherry trees with nearly open buds were of most concern. They all look to be fine.
It melted quickly and by late afternoon, though a might breezy and with a distinct chill, it was nice enough to go for a walk.
Collar is still in her skittish, who are these other people phase, but is slowly coming around.
Crawford can now be picked up and petted by one of these new strangers.
Mama Spot says feed me and pet me to anyone near by, though she still favors me and is often quite dog like in her need to be close by my side.
Painting weather approaches.
A little gardening was squeezed in too. Overflow hosta, a short bearded type iris of some kind and the native Dwarf Crested Iris, plants that needed some thinning or removal in the ridge top garden landed roots down at my place.