Finley Creek meanders through the Z5 Ranch near Arlee, Montana, making a beautiful and melodic backdrop for a wedding we attended this weekend. I have to say, this was the first wedding I've attended where small flakes of wildfire ash dropped intermittently during the ceremony. Slightly different than confetti, but I guess it goes with the season.
Billy Idol observed the niceness of a day for a white wedding. This Friday seems a nice day for a white crocus - as a cheery send-off into the weekend, not to be confused with a punk rock song. Since this has been one of those weeks where Tuesday felt like a Thursday, I think a pleasant segue is in order.
In these parts, the crocuses are fair and fleeting, their bloom time minimized by the onset of warm temperatures. I glimpsed this one about a week ago, as I exited the public library.
