The cold crops have all come up and stretch their tiny limbs and savor the daily sun. This valley stays fairly warm and doesn’t receive the heavy feet of snow of north. Yet a storm cometh from yonder hills, riding in on thunderous carriage tonight promising thick spring inches. It will prune trees. And powerlines. Some old logs and pinecones wait by the dusted hearth, the wood stove ready to fire. Hot chocolate in mind and delicious books at hand. A late snow day is in the plan.