
Last weeekend, the skies opened up to a gorgeous day that had Pops and I exploring the banks of the Columbia. This view may once again grace the heart of Entiat, as it did before the dam flood. At waterfront envisioning meetings, the pillars of our community gather to lament the old town, and to dream up the new one. I have been several times, but being less patient with talk, I haven't attended for a while. But wouldn't it be lovely? Recently,I suggested round-abouts on the highway to slow traffic. Surprisingly, I wasn't laughed at. Now what if I were to suggest we fashion our new town after a little Provencal village? Buildings all stucco, with pastel shutters, tile roofs, and curlicue iron railings?
Today, all of the little buds on trees, and the bright birds' songs are muffled beneath more snow and cold. Surely under this thinnest coat of frosting, a beautiful spring morning is yearning to wake us up any moment.

For now, these silly boots came out of hiding from where they were forgotten, but I'm wondering - which foot is which?!