It happens every year. Once February has taken its exit, the dull gray that's Portland in winter begins to slowly brighten. The first indication spring is almost here? When daffodils begin to push themselves up through the rain-soaked soil.
Last weekend I discovered a clump of cheery yellow daffodils blooming in my front yard. The sun made a brief appearance. Just long enough for me to grab my camera and get a couple of shots.
One week later, the cherry trees have burst into frilly pink blossoms. Tiny green leaves are beginning to sprout from other trees. Our backyard frogs are out in force, performing their nightly symphony.
Yep - spring is coming fast. My skiing days are numbered.