(The Bridge into our farmyard)

It’s there, a wee tiny hint of Spring

The sunlight breaking through the trees, the ground starting to dry more and more

Coyote hunters walking on soil instead of mud

Then a wee slide back to small and light snow

Where the earth is blessed with moisture

Then warmth, creating mud again

Still cold enough I wear socks with my flip-flops

Winter on the bridge to our farm

After a chilly, but drying wind, on a day of sunshine

From this

To this

To this.

Spring is coming.

Yes, it is.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda