It’s moving toward late Winter and I’m beginning to see the signs of springtime in the West Hills of Portland. Heather and snowdrops are in bloom, and crocuses are beginning to spout. The songbirds are singing their lilting mating calls. Coyotes are yipping and howling in the densely forested canyons.
The weather is totally unpredictable. Some days its mid-40s and sunny, feeling like an early spring day. Other days, cold fronts dominate the scene and I put on down outerwear to stay warm.
It’s a great time of the year.
Snowdrops and Heather
Western Robin and a Crow