It's supposed to be 100 degrees for the next several days and yet the plum tree outside my window has burst into bloom this morning! The last time I saw something like this, it was November 1998 in the Clearwater River canyon in Central Idaho and the wild cherries burst into bloom. Amazing. I wonder what it portends?
From the wind-stunted trees of the Adak National Forest to-
-trees ready to break into bloom and bushes and flowers and birds singing [and I can leave the window open at night!].
I left Adak on Saturday before the plane schedules were impacted and entered a self-imposed 14-day quarantine here in the Boise Valley, Idaho, my new old home. My senior apartment will not be ready until the end of May-first of June so I am staying with one of my daughters.
Coureurs de bois cresting a hill in the desert and seeing a line of cottonwood trees along the river in the distance were said to have exclaimed, "Les bois! Voyez, les bois! (The woods! The woods! Look, the woods!") I know how they must have felt. Living on Adak I missed trees the most.
