During our day's of drought the mountains have been quiet. Now as the weather changes the wind picks up and the mountains once again humble us with their roar.
Winter cold has returned. The mountains roar with the sound of the March wind through the trees. We have had a night of heavy rains this week and the streams sing with the energy of water falling. But the spring sap is still, inhaling, as it waits ready to fill the forest with life.