For those of you who have followed Kathy and myself on our walks around Bear Lake, you may recognize that the lake, in Spring time is full and there is a hint of green color coming to the tips of shrubs, bushes, and trees. Leaves are budding and the spring flowering trees, bushes and shrubs are festooned with pastel and vivid colors. Puffs of clouds low upon the horizon and clouds high up in feathery array speak to the Spring showers that help nourish the earth. On our walks, we no longer prepare for a downpour as the rain has been gentle and soft, if not cold.

In this picture, the pathway heads into the water and the raft and peddle boat in the distance have their bottoms wet as the rising water has not only crept over the path, but touched many things brought up for the winter and thought safe from harm. The other day, I found a canoe half filled with winter water that had eventually been floated from a distant shore and wind driven upon the lee shore. This sea tale foretold no hardships, as I emptied it, measure by measure, and then brought it high up and turned over. The next day, it was back in its proper yard, high up from the water's edge and turned over. The canoe thing was a reminder that we can not adequately judge the consequences of climate, we can only be prudent, observant, and respond to measured changes. Its too difficulty to predict the future, even over a winter's season.