Spring is a strange season in the Rockies. Within 24 hours you can go from blizzard to shorts and T-shirt. Which is just what happened this weekend. Friday morning we had blowing snow falling so hard that it was difficult to see while driving. Yesterday I was outside in my driveway shooting hoops in T-shirt, and working on our bicycles (which we plan on riding today). This morning while out walking the dog I watched a cloud bank move in, so I’m not sure the bicycles will be on the agenda or not, but hopefully that will all burn off.

This year I am considering taking up bird-watching as a hobby. Not as a serious one, but something new to try just to see how many different species of birds I can see in my vicinity. I hear that the Rockies front range is one of the areas that has a tremendous diversity of birds, and bird-watching is a hobby I can pick up with my existing telescopes and binoculars. At the very least I can finally figure out which birds are making which bird-calls in the morning.

Ah, along with Spring comes the call to repair the house. The deck needs work, the garage is a mess, the yard needs a good cleaning and trimming, etc. I’m not one of those domestic men who look forward to strapping on the tool-belt and charging up the power tools, so in my mind there is something to be said for the late snowstorms of Spring in the Rockies.