One day it can be snowing, the next day fog moves in and coats everything with frost, and then the fog disappears and sunshine reigns supreme.
Spring-ish snowflakes. Big. Fat. Fluffy. Numerous.
Frost covered trees as the fog lifts.
I saw something very cool on Saturday as I was driving down the hill, just below our house.
A cat by the side of the road. Who is that, I wondered. Then the cat dove headfirst into a snowbank, and emerged moments later with a Pocket Gopher in its mouth. While it was in the snowbank, I noticed no tail. The cat looked at me, and then took two or three jumps across the snow and landed on the side of a Ponderosa Pine, about four or five feet above the ground, and a second later was sitting on a large branch looking at me, prey still firmly clamped in its mouth. A Bobcat. Cool!! I was so glad I hadn’t ruined their hunting expedition.