It's Springtime in the Mountains

It’s springtime in the mountains!

So we see the sunshine, fling open our windows and throw on our parkas and sip our coffee outside with our flip-flopped feet quickly tucked under to keep from freezing.

It’s springtime in the mountains!

So we dash inside, parkas still on and stare forlornly out the window at the rain, it’s drops to determined, so loud, we stand with our arms outstretched from the door to make sure it’s not hail.

It’s springtime in the mountains!

So at dusk we rush to cut the flowers that have dared bloom, praying that this is really the last of this year’s frosts.

It’s springtime in the mountains!

So we all emerge from our hidey-hole winter houses and stand in the sun, faces up, and feed – before scurrying back inside because it sure is colder than it looked.

Joy of joys, it’s springtime in the mountains!