For the past few years, that has meant a few hours on a Sunday afternoon for a Spring picnic at the Bison Range to celebrate. Nothing too elaborate. Mostly, we just all show up here en mass. But we've been doing it for a few years now (2009 and 2010) so I think it's officially a tradition.
|(Despite the grumpy face, really he's enjoying the celebrating too.)|
This is my favorite part about living here. Not necessarily Spring in Montana or the Bison Range or picnics specifically (though all those things are splendid).
Throw in some simple campfire food, fishing gear, baseball mitts and a bag of plastic kites, and it's even better.
Sometimes I think these simple traditions are the best. We have a few of them every season and it's the perfect way to celebrate both the passage of time and all the important things that don't change even as time passes.