Spring Means Balsam root

One of my favorite times in eastern Washington is spring.  Snow melts and almost instantly, small peach-fuzz sprigs of grass pop up in the fields, the calves galavant about, and then, Balsam and Lupine dazzle the hills.  This past weekend, on the southern aspect hills, there was evidence of the color soon to come.

Sage likes spring, although it always takes her awhile to get used to the heat.  It can go from 30° to 65° in a matter of a few hours.  This past weekend I noticed her finding shade.  But Annie.  It's all new.  And she found insects fascinating, birds a little scary, and the sun, welcome relief from all the cold, dark, rain.  I'm with both of 'em!

Murphy's day.