Some weeks are good weeks.
Some weeks are great weeks.
This was a great week.
It must be spring.

Bald eagle's back in the cottonwood tree
The old brown hills are just about bare
Springtime sighing all along the creek
Magpies ganging up everywhere...
[Ian Tyson]

I don't think I've ever appreciated daylight savings quite so much!  
The extra daylight in the late
afternoon has been a joyful shot in the arm for me.  
I'm finding the time to do everything I want to do.
Winter tends to feel like a constant crush for time and daylight.  Do you feel that way?
I'm glad for the new season, it's almost upon us, you know.  
When Saturday clicks over into Sunday
our hearts are going to perform a vernal stampede.  
The magpies will drop 
their gold and fly over to our outstretched hands as we stroll 
about commenting on how everything is 
coming up tulippy.

Even the naked lilacs will grin
in the breeze, thinking about the purple and white poofs to come.
Springtime really is sighing all along the creek.

You know, spring really is a mild mannered seductress.  
She makes you forget all about the things
that need doing -- taxes, chores, running a small business.
She makes you go climbing with Sue in the afternoons.
She makes you run four extra miles just because the sun feels so burly.
She makes you whip up pots of iced tea.
She's oblivious and makes you oblivious 
to your responsibilities.
But I say, after a long, dark winter, we're all allowed to lose 
our sensibilities for a stint.
It's only fair.
It's only balanced.

Back to the stuff.  I was highly distracted, all week long, 
but I managed to finish up a handful of projects
yesterday afternoon before I closed my studio up and took to the hills: