I "pick" spring as my favorite season!

Thanks to all who emailed and asked "When the hell are you going to blog again Makk?"
I know, I know, I have been a bit slack in this area. Sorry kids, I have a lot on my plate and the blog just gets pushed down the 'to do' list. I have taken on a lot of BIG projects and they are coming to completion soon. In the mean time I am being streched a bit thin so you loyal blog readers have to suffer a bit. Sorry.

This week took me across Alberta and into the west side of Saskatchewan. Normally that's a drive that usually incites yawns and a dislike of all the CDs one has brought, after you have listened to them in lieu of any FM stations.

This time, I enjoyed the drive for it is spring, or more correctly, the verge of spring. The sun was out and the green just starting to appear in the grasses as nature shows us the signs.
The geese have returned from the south along with the trumpeter swans (whose numbers seem a lot higher than previous years). They feed for bit before heading further north to pick a nesting site. Mule deer doe's are gathering in herds for safety, so as not to get picked off by predators as they get ready for birthing. I lost count of how many I saw.
Gophers are out in abundance and getting picked off by hawks or Buicks (or whatever else the little buggers run in front of). But the real sign of spring is the return of the ditch pickers! Those nice folks who walk the ditches, of our highways, gathering tons of bottles and cans that have been tossed out the windows of moving vehicles, buried under snow all winter. Ahhh, spring! I salute you ditch pickers!! You have replaced the red breasted robin as the official sign of winter's departure. I hope you all made a killing this year with your recyclable bounty and snagged that water bottle I threw in celebration as I passed.

Makk