A Day in the Park

Here in the park, where we are renting a house until the move, it snowed large, wet snow flakes all day yesterday and into the night. It is a beautiful sight to see with the trees lined with clumps of sticky snow early in the morning, but the intense Colorado sun is bringing the thaw. Springtime in the Rockies is dangerously unpredictable, but also beautiful.

We’re being treated to a different kind of snow storm as tiny flakes caught in the wind spray, sun-glinted, across the yard. Clouds of steam are rising up from the tree branches as the snow crystals evaporate before they can become liquid. The temperature is expected to reach into the 70s this weekend, but it’s a false start to spring. Colorado has several more freezes and snows in store for us before mid-May when it will finally be safe to plant the summer garden.

Nonetheless, today is lovely. If the trails weren’t guaranteed to be snow bogged on top and mud laden below, it would be unfortunate that this is a packing day. The drapes are down, the knickknacks are in a pile on the table, our family photos are stacked in a corner. Now begins the miserable month before the move when everything is everywhere and nothing can be found anywhere. I was sure I saw my sanity in this box yesterday.

Disassembling my life is hardly the fun part of this adventure, but all I have to do to escape the disarray is look out on the snow covered foothills under that bright blue sky. It’s always exciting to move on to something new, but right now in this particular moment is pretty good too.