It's April 21st and we're still getting snow on and off. It doesn't stick, but it is amazing to still see it flying around. No early spring this year. The pilots that use the strip outside our house appreciate that - as it means they can run their planes on skis longer, accessing the wilderness areas that are still covered in snow. Rob isn't flying since his stroke, and I've noticed my infatuation with the airplanes on the little strip our house sits on has dimmed... Haven't thought too much about why. These little Alaskan bush planes have always been in my heart, and regardless if Rob flies ever again, they always will be. While the pilots appreciate the late spring I continue to look at any visible dirt (not much) to see for any activity. I have one little flower box so close to the the eves of the house, that it is now uncovered. It gets good sun, but only water that I provide - every few days I've been peeking into the box to see for any signs of my dalphiniums. Nothing yet.