Yesterday afternoon, as I was returning to work, I looked up and was startled by the most wonderful blue, winter sky. Later, last night on a trip to the woodshed, I looked up to a fast-moving, fishback sky in the heavens. It was a harbinger of a storm on the horizon, for sure. This morning we woke to a fine veil of whiteness, lacing the countryside. You see, around here, just when there's a hint of a thaw, or that fickled spring really is near; it's BOOM-time! It really always comes back to nature's way. *Note the Portland Landmarks sign Brooks Bakery 1887.