Sometimes when you look out the window this time of year it’s hard to know if it’s Fall or Springtime: There’s some snow on the ground, a big chill in the air, no leaves on the trees, everything is brown and let’s not mention the muddy driveway. So I went searching for spring…
The fearless rhubarb knows it’s time; little pointy spears have popped up, almost a glowing neon-red. I’m hoping it’s too early to tell, but I have a feeling some little furry creature feasted on the strawberry plants while I wasn’t looking.
Tom & Airon were tinkering with the newest toy in the garage - a sure sign that mowing season is just around the corner. Airon raked acres of lawn last fall so the grass should be happy enough to turn back into our favorite Bocce course in a few days.
The first groups of climbers have kept us busy at the Inn. There’s no denying Spring’s arrival when climbers start their migration to Talkeetna. A multi-cultural bunch, traveling from Canada, Russia, Denmark, England, China and the “Lower 48”. Denali is a big trophy for the serious mountaineer. We always enjoy hearing stories of their daring adventures once they’ve returned to bask in the relative luxury of Fireweed Station’s soft beds and indoor plumbing.
The storm windows are off and the screens back on, if I look carefully I can catch a glimpse of swallows looking for nesting boxes, Mecanopsis showing in the flower beds, buds breaking on the Birch trees - maybe the view from here isn’t so monotone after all…
