Two days of warmth, that’s what our spring has amounted to this year. It’s supposed to rain through the weekend, which, of course, includes Easter. The Bunny is bummed. The ground around our house, and pretty much everywhere in the north valley, gave up the ghost this week. About Monday it put itself on the wagon and refused to drink another drop. That didn’t stop the rain, of course, and the end result has been a wet wade out to the car each morning. The levees on the Sacramento River are making headlines lately, and that river is one of the defining features of the valley. We live about six miles from our area’s most compromised levee, in Hamilton City. Used to be you couldn’t even see the river from the country road I take to work, but this morning I surmised that a girl scout tossing a baseball from the road (underhand, of course) would have made a splash. If that levee gives way our home won’t be flooded, but I’ll have to find a different way to work -- maybe a 50 mile commute instead of 20. It’s a bit unpalatable to whine about inconveniences when people in the Gulf region are still homeless. For now I’ll just gripe about the weather.