The skies on the prairies are beyond compare. Vast and blue, more days than not.
The spring migration has begun. I am chronicling their arrivals and am making myself attempt a watercolor of each new bird. This gives me a reason and a subject to paint. I am clearly a beginner but it is something I have always longed to do.
The snow from the storm is melted now. And as the nursery rhyme goes, "March wind doth blow." And she does. Often .Especially in Saskatchewan.