I swear, yesterday the warm Chinook winds played the long-needle pines behind my house like fiddles. I heard the low tones see-sawing up and down, back and forth, as the wind gusts stroked like a bow against the uplifting branches. The trees danced in place. Above that, the heavy clouds tumbled forth, allowing only snatches of sunlight to wink at us now and then. In just a few hours, the midsummer winds displaced our winter and melted away half of the snow. The white blanket shed from my roof entirely.
Spring for one day in January…like a single shiny dime in a pile of aged pennies.
You know what they say about out Montana weather…
--Mitchell Hegman
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