OK, if you insist ...

The psychodog gazes, Rin-Tin-Tin-like, into the middle distance, completely unaffected by the snow.

It looks like roughly two weeks worth of snowy weather is officially ending today. In the forecast? Sun and clouds, and temps up into the low 50s in the daytime. Time for a melt.

An early morning view over the back of Wren's little 2/3-acre and of the town beyond.

Will there be more snowstorms this winter? Who knows. But if there aren't, I won't complain. We have a monstrous snowpack in the high Sierra, which makes the coming summer a little less worrisome, since the reservoirs will be full. Down in the valley, they've had plenty of rain, so the earth isn't so parched and dry. This winter has been more "normal" than any we've had in the last 10 years or so. The relief I feel is deep, almost instinctive.