The other day, my sister told me that it was 45˚in Anchorage, Hemet, and Seattle at the same time. I bet we were the only ones who appreciated it. Here are some Palm Sunday photos from our back yard, or, Mountain Ash Sunday, as the moose think of it. Note that the snow is deep enough, still, that the moose's feet are even with the eave of the shed. Also, if you could find why we have a dressmaker's dummy standing in the window of our garage, please let me know. Seriously, why do we?