after the first bug encounter, it snowed heaps, then got warm for days and dazy daisies. and blue flax, and yarrow. just flipped 25 degrees celsius: it's cold again
white jackrabbits are grey-splotchy, a pair of geese. fog musters, never have seen so much dense fog than this winter—ghostly coyote, heard more. even a one-hour squall, sun..squall.sun. ladybugs, under they go again.
meanwhile: the meager potato crop, forgot about it, so now it's all sprouts. yay! gotta get those going. (supposedly, reds are better.)