We’ve had several days of cloud, cold winds, and flurries.

(It hasn’t actually rained since January.)

Then last night, at sundown, the cloud cracked apart to allow a dramatic spotlight to shine on the trees behind the pond.

And this morning was glorious.

I went for a long hike.  Butterflies were everywhere.  I saw three species, but the commonest was the Mourning Cloak.

A few aspen catkins were beginning to show.

I walked further along the bush road than I have ever been before and came upon a derelict cabin.  Packrats had nested in the stove.  I was much amused by a mop that had been hung on a wire from the roof to keep it away from mice and squirrels.  (I have done the same myself.)  The mop was in perfect condition.  I wonder when it was last used to mop the floor!