Appreciating the splendor of seasonal change

Growing up in Michigan, Easter almost always arrived during the first full blush of spring. Our side garden would be alive with daffodils and pastel tulips; our Easter outfits were worn with light jackets and dress shoes. That is decidedly not the case here on the Northern Plains. We’ve had multiple Easter blizzards during my decade on the ranch, and unless it’s a drought year, no one is…