After hitting eighty degrees it cooled way down and rained for a whole day. Today we dry off again and warm up some. Nothing fills me with joy like a Montana sapphire skyand few things give me as much hope as the returning leaves. Walking out my door to this always gives me hope. But give credit to the pines…they stayed green all winter long. Sun’s first and last light is always special. Cat Tails point the way…and in a group they’re hard to ignore. Today no gloom makes me feel trapped. Here’s looking at you kid. Yeah, there’s hope out here today…call it a weed if you want. I’m led by still waters today. Nature’s singing to me tooand the choir looks mighty fine. Why wallow in death? Let your light so shine!