In January, amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Native American villages. Thus, the villagers began calling January’s full moon the wolf moon.
Last week was so warm, all of the snow melted in Wenatchee, WA. Weeping willow trees sprouted pale yellow leaves, fooled into thinking it was Spring. Next week's day temperatures will drop to single digits. No hiking for me. With the insulating capacity of a grasshopper, I'm prone to hypothermia.
After yesterday's snowstorm, we have blue skies today! Photo was taken from my kitchen window looking west.