I drove out west of town the other day, where there are wonderful windbreaks of big old willow trees. It was such a glowing spring day, with the golden light of the evening sun casting long shadows across the new leaves and rich green pastures. You couldn't find cows that seemed more contented, although this one seemed intent on traveling somewhere.
Today we have fresh snow on the mountaintops, and sleet squalls are moving across the valley. The sun is reasserting itself at this moment. Such is May in eastern Oregon.