Peak Glam: Ain’t nobody here but us chickens

Peak Glam: Ain’t nobody here but us chickens

I do like a moment of true off-season, I have to admit. Maybe not a long, protracted one with suspect weather and no gardening or possibility of early hiking, but when the weather complies and I graduate through my inside home chores through to spring clean-up outdoors, it can feel very satisfying.   I used to joke that you know when the deepest week of off-season hits if you sense you could take your sleeping bag to the middle of Mill or Galena…