|Lake LaBerge at Easter. Not sure where that guy in the middle of the lake is going.|
|I used the embers from the fire to thaw holes for the art fence around the wood pile.|
Milder temperatures also lure us out of our houses and the social round of outdoor activities begins. In mid April, the fire pit is dug out and I share the first fire with a grouse who comes out to fill up on seed. Toys also appear out of the snow and when we celebrate Joy's birthday, we play Kubb, our Swedish lawn game signaling the cusp of summer. Later when I attempt to water the lawn however I soon realize that while winter has retreated up the mountains to about 1500 metres, it has only withdrawn to a few inches below the surface and the water runs furiously downhill and vanishes in the trees below.
|Birthday dinner of Arctic char with Uncle Berwyn's Yukon Birch Syrup and Shelagh Mason's cranberry chutney created under the guiding hand of Miche Genest's Boreal Cookbook.|
|Sue came to the party and showed off her new bag, handsewn links of retired fire hose from the Whitehorse airport fire trucks.|
|And Joy blew out the birthday candle that Julian, one of God sons prepared for her.|
|The river banks hold onto their ice, each bank candling into the lovely tinkling shards that accompany spring paddling on the Yukon River.|