Is it really here?

These are my neighbors' tulips before the last snow. They've recovered from the seemingly endless rain, clouds, drizzle, flurries and anything else thrown at and on them. I think I may have, too.

It might not last, so we should take advantage of the short sleeve afternoons, take that Sunday ride to Carter Lake in the company of friends (thank you, ladies, that was fun!), listen to the pools of invisible peeper frogs, watch the fox in the field across the highway, take in the lovely views of still-snowcapped peaks and, of course, bask. Enjoy!