Emma, Griz, and I made our across the north meadow, flooded overnight from high water out of our neighbor’s long draw. The winds had picked up early in the day and when they do, I seek shelter in the hillside. So, we carefully negotiated a wet meadow and headed for a trail on the far hillside. As I worked to watch my step, sidestepping gopher holes and rocks, I spotted the first wildflowers of the season: primrose, glacial lilies, and mountain bluebells. I’m in awe every year when these first surface out of an oak and sage brush covered hillside; and particularly this year after they’ve been under winter’s cover for nearly six months.
Oh spring joy!