I know “spring” means something different in other parts of the country. To you, it might mean sunshine and daffodils. I might be short sleeves and bouncy skirts.
But here in Montana, it means cool weather and rain. Gray skies and saturated soil. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for the rain. After a winter of light snowfall, rain is the only thing keeping us from being totally ablaze this summer. Fish like water in the rivers, plants like moisture in the soil. I get it.[video:youtube:8dSCvJa–IU]
But, I am over it, as I always am, come May. And this could last until the end of June when our six weeks of summer starts.
We make the best of it. Last weekend we used a gift certificate to spend the night, and take countless rides on the waterslide, at Fairmont Hot Springs.
This weekend, we attend the kids’ art show, which will be hanging in the Lincoln School Gallery for a month. We soaked at Chico Hot Springs, played with polymers, entertained friends, and walked in the rain. Henry taught the boys to play Risk, a game that last even longer than Monopoly.
I’m trying to treasure these quiet, gray days. But I really want to be outside playing in the woods, camping, and floating down rivers. Soon enough. Soon enough.