I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

This morning as we were walking a whole pack of dogs on the beach (there were three humans and five canines) we marveled at how this time yesterday it was snowing but by the evening it was clear and calm and the inlet was full of birds and smelled like May. John said the good thing about this year’s bipolar weather is that we get to greet spring so many times, rather than just once. Sonny called yesterday from a cell phone on the other end of the beach, down by Cemetery Hill, to tell me about the flock of snow geese, the sea lions, a black wolf loping along the shore, and that the first hooligan are in. The ones he calls the scouts. Which makes sense since Pearl just puked a pile of something on the rug. Yes, a sure sign of spring. Tonight the Lunafest films and dinner begin at 5:30 at the fairgrounds, but we do have choir practice at 6, the last one, I believe, before we sing for the celebration of the ferry service’s 50th anniversary party on the dock next month. Tomorrow night, Saturday, and Sunday is the play Dinner With Friends, a Pulitzer Prize winning drama about two couples dealing with the fallout of one of the guy’s infidelity and then impending divorce. As the director Tod Sebens said, everyone of of a certain will no doubt relate, and even know some of the lines.  (Last winter one friend noted the split-up for four couples, but said the 30 feet of snow may have been to blame. This winter seems to have been kinder to relationships.) Friday from 5-7 at the museum there’s an opening for Bill McRobert’s exhibit of digitally enhanced photographs and  the weather forecast for the next few days is good for cycling (Ralph has swept many streets – ) and for heli-skiing. Spring is also avalanche season and the boating season. Be careful. As one of my favorite Episcopal prayers asks of God– “Shield the joyous.”