Frosty crisp mornings are melting into warm sunrises. The lone squirrel out here on the cliff braves the birdseed on the porch. I say braves because the dogs keep their one opened eye on him from the porch and the cats watch from the roof. He must be starved amidst the cactus and the rocky outcrops in the ground.
Jack mentioned that THIS SUNDAY is daylight savings time. I love it! Two weeks ago we were buried under a think patch of snow. It felt like winter would go on forever. Indeed there is still a chill or two left in the air. In three day's time the evenings will become noticeably longer as the sun makes it's toward longer days.
We've got a great spring line up of musicians, retreats, and events at the ranch. Lot's of time to relax and space to grow roots and create beautiful stories, poems, and songs with vibrant imagination. Don't be surprised if our squirrel pops up again. He's tenacious. He knows how to get what he want's. He doesn't fear those who want to see him dead. And he doesn't take "No" for an answer. Hmm. He sounds like a great teacher. Maybe even a master teacher. I'll likely be out on the porch a lot this spring learning from this Master.
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