But, as I've often said, snow doesn't last long here in the High Desert of Arizona.
And it wasn't long before the sun began to do its work.
The moisture formed by melting snow began dripping and I watched the drops hit the bird's basin.
The snow cat in the background also was watching.
Drop by drop the white stuff began to disappear.
I know what you're thinking.
"Catalyst has too much time on his hands."
Or maybe, "Watching snow melt is like watching paint dry."
Both expressions may be true.
So be it.
