The arctic is in full bloom, every flower vying for the special attention of the fluffy bees and wondering flies. Every where I go I try and take as many pictures as possible! The air smells like a mix of green things growing and pollen and perfumed petals, or as my youngest brother says...'It smells like Plant.' This time of year we bounce back and forth from 90 degree hot sunny days to heavy thunderstorms that echo through these ancient mountains. The other night the thunder shook our house and it sounded like a huge plane was crashing next to us over and over again. But the plants are exulting in the life-giving rain, and the birds come and sing outside our window everyday. And we are almost in what we call 'summer time'.