No, that isn't a misspelling. Our Memorial Day is Monday. It was just that kind of day. We headed out at 5:30 this morning to be among some of the first at the annual bare root sale at a nursery outside of Plains, Montana.
There's a pretty little community park in Thompson Falls where we usually stop to dewater and decoffee. Today the grassy areas were filled with Canadian Geese and their goslings. Until Bacchus disembarked - then the feathers flew!
All was well, though, as families got themselves together and cruised right on down the Clark Fork. It was a delightful few seconds!
Now we've got those bare roots and what's left of a three day week end to get them planted. Political rantings will just have to take a back seat! 'Tis spring - finally.