Sometimes it's difficult to talk to family and friends who live on the west coast. They speak of flowering trees, blossoming shrubs, and how spring is bursting forth all over their towns and hillsides. Not so for us in Colorado. When you live at altitude, spring takes its time, sneaking up behind your back. I watch, with some trepidation, as the first flowers open up. Plants were fooled last year. Flowers opened only to be frozen a week later. March is our snowiest month, statistically. This March has been almost balmy in defiance of the records. This makes me a little paranoid about what April will bring since it's also a month with wild hair and crazy eyes.
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