I miss snow...it doesn't seem like it's right for the seasons to change without it.
It was 65 in Portland, dry, and the cherries, apricots, trilliums, magnolias, forsythia, daffodils, dandelions, hyacinths, camellias, and a thousand other species are in full bloom. Yesterday was in the 70s and you could see from Mt St Helens to Mt Hood clear down to every major peak in the Cascades. (From the ground. Uhm, and from the top of the hill where my Birdie was planted.)
Whilst cleaning my birdcages on the back deck, I saw a seaplane flying fairly low along the Willamette. First time I saw one over town.
But...I mean...isn't it supposed to be -20 and still can't see the ground? (Some of you know I recently moved to Portland from eastern North Dakota. I waited all winter for it to get cold here.)