May, in Central Oregon, is an anomaly to seasonal shifts. April brings hope for spring. May comes, and winter still hangs around . . . think hail storm just two weeks ago.
Then you hit Memorial weekend, the official start to summer activities (camping, rafting). It’s not summer, yet it doesn’t feel like spring.
This week was a busy finish to the month. While we didn’t do any major excursions, we did manage a couple of trips up to the Crooked River.
There is the promise of a caddis or mayfly hatch . . . which didn’t materialize . . . on top of shirt-sleeve warm afternoons.
We’re still shaking off layers of winter, but are well into wildflowers, lower river levels, and increased wildlife activity.
Some of the week was spent raking up those layers of winter in the form of yard debris (disposal offered for free).
We also pulled out old trees to replace with new bare root stock. Not real exciting stuff, but nice additions to the yard.
With the promise of summer we’ve renewed plans for adventures now that our home improvement projects, AKA spring cleaning, has been completed.