And the witch hazels are blooming in our backyard habitat garden. Crimson, fire-engine red, and this sunny, cheerful yellow. I just learned that the North American species of this shrub are occasionally called winterbloom because (obviously) that is when they come into flower. Good for them for cheering us on to spring. I suspect more than a few of us need such harbingers now. Saturday we did not, for the first time in forever, march in that anti-ICE rally that ended up being tear-gassed and flash-banged down in southwest Portland as they peacefully made their way to the building ICE rents on Macadam Avenue
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