Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Kwana drinks from a seep in an arroyo. Most of the water coming to the surface was “downstream” to the right (see next pic). The white stuff is salt.

Yep, it’s as dry out there as it looks.

Think of this image as part shedding, part brutal wind ruffling the shedding hair of a still-fluffy mustang. 🙂

Hollywood makes goo-goo eyes at one of his mares.

They’re busily chasing green stuff, and while you have to be practically on top of it to see it, it’s there.

Tenaz is rough and scruffy at the end of winter. Days are longer and warmer … and as dry and windy as ever. Soon, we’ll see sleek and shiny ‘stangs. Our first little wildflowers of spring – phlox – just appeared in the last couple of days.

Best. Mustachio. In. The. WEST!

Temple was pretty focused on her evening rambling and browsing and had no time to spare for glamour shots. Because I find her beautiful in all ways and at all times, I took her picture anyway. 🙂

Ah ha! Shadow found some clouds for us. A wee wisp in that blue, blue Colorado sky.

Maiku models his best tree pose as the sun sets into an actual cloud bank at sunset. We don’t have many clouds these days … and the ones we have don’t whisper rain. (It’s hard to realize it’s already so incredibly dry, and I’m sorry to harp on about it, but the collective power of prayer is strong … !)

Easter means springtime and renewal and, if we’re lucky, grass and wildflowers and other yummy green and growing things.

A year ago, this beauty, Ostara, was born on Easter. Blessed days to you all (and please, Mother Nature, some rain for our ponds!).