The sun rising. The birds chattering and sending medleys of sound through out the day.
I’m very much looking forward to Daylight Savings Time. Terry and I have already switched. We are up early, early and then tired early.
Our neighbors are still burning. You can see it drifting up over our mesa from the valley floor just below us. I’m ready for burn season to end. 😦 I do try to keep a positive look on things, just so my soul and mind stay balanced, but burn season is always such a worry.
The tender spring buds on the trees are brilliant in the bright blue. The branches of the trees are still mostly bare against the skies…but the promise of new life is there.
The long shafts of the sinking sun burst through the air, lighting up the new little white calves in brilliant flashes of white.
Our nights are still frigid…but a freshness moves through the icy air promising growth, green things, newness…Life.
We stayed watching the night creep up, the cool air wrapping itself around us, then when the light reached it’s peak of stunning beauty (just before all color fades) we turned and walked back to the house and the waiting super in the crock pot…full of contentment.