With the exit of the powdery white stuff comes the beginnings of green grass trying to recover after a good long hibernation, and the sad little plants that have morphed into tumbleweeds since they could no longer hold their ground. Augie the wonder dog loves to chase them & bark at them (as if they're going to respond). Yesterday we had howling wind and watching the tumbleweeds run across the field was almost mesmerizing.
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