Winter/Spring

I was struck this weekend by the differences in Oregon's micro-climates.  Here in the Willamette Valley, it's been "spring" for a few weeks:

Daffodils:  evidence of spring

Yet, 2 hours away in Camp Sherman, nestled on the western side of the Cascades, it's still winter.  This past weekend brought snow, rain, snow, snow, rain, and snow.  In the late afternoon, I glimpsed movement in the yard and caught these trespassers napping:

One, two deer . . .

Three, four, five, six . . .

I enjoyed the rare company of my son the last weekend of his college spring break.  But when he left on Sunday, I stayed at the cabin, sick with a stomach flu.   I spent many hours watching the weather changes, listening to the rain drumming on the metal roof, then experiencing the total silence of a winter snowfall in the woods.
Later in the afternoon,  I closed the curtains and took several deep winter naps, catching up on lost hours of sleep.  In between, I watched a film about Andy Goldsworthy and his art . . . twig sculptures bound together with only thorns, rocks balanced one upon another, ice shards molded into graceful curves, autumn leaves trailing in a colorful display over river rocks.  And hearing him talk about his art and what it means to him, well, all I can say is that it filled me with inspiration.

A must-see!!!