Sheltering from bitter Easter rain, Seattle.
After the rain, wind.
At least the drive back was clear (but still windy). Avian migrants too have been dribbling across the border, including singing White-crowned Sparrows and yesterday’s Violet-green Swallow.
Somewhere in there is our neighbour’s plum tree, in flower.
No sign of him today, though. I hope he’s found a warm place to ride this out, and enough bugs to keep him going. Snow in late March in the Vancouver region is rare, especially down here at sea level.