Spring is here, friends, and it looks like this. That’s some mighty fine fog rolling over from the “Head of the Lake Indian Reserve”, isn’t it.  That falling action, though, that’s part of spring. So is the rising up. You can see them both in the image below, with the mustard, russian thistle, salsify, and, gasp, some native Big Sage.

No? Don’t see it? Ah, let’s go walking in the snow and see what we can see. Despite all this fog, there is a sun, see?

Not only can it make it through the fog, but it can make it through fog’s daughter, snow, to catch in the dark twigs of the big sage beneath it.

And use that collected heat to dissipate the snow.

Faster and faster.

In this way, it teases it out from that weight of gravity, at first slowly …

… then more and more rapidly …

…until it breaks free…

… and rises to the light, shaking gravity, and winter off.

And it is spring.

Don’t let the snow fool you.

That’s just gravity. It’s no match for the sun. At the base of each of these molten patches, water is already entering the soil, and is already being drawn up into the plants, as they prepare for increasing heat. The cylinder of absent snow (gravity) around each stalk of big sage, in other words, is this…

There is no winter. There is only a slowing down of time. Beautiful!