You can hear the Red Wing Blackbirds in the brush along the river edged field. Soon we'll all be able to abandon the fleece and down jackets, but for now, just a nice stretch of the legs along Big Valley's melting trail signals springtime.

The only remaining patches of snow are around the north side of the studio. Not exactly your typical NE Washington winter, as we here in Winthrop seem to be bypassing the traditional "mud" season and going right into dust. Some folks have threatened to wash their cars and I think one of my neighbor's started a lawn mower. Now that's March Madness!