Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Who doesn’t love a good nap in the spring sunshine, breeze softly blowing (or a bit stiffer, but who’s quibbling, really)?

No matter the situation, Winona is just so … calm. Peaceful. Serene.

I think she gets it from her grandma. 🙂

(Better late than never?! Apparently, this post didn’t schedule when I thought I scheduled it. Sorry for the delay!)

How does he do it? What a heartthrob. 🙂

Mother Nature graced us with some moisture this week, and we’re grateful. There’s a pond a short distance to the left of Reya here, and with any luck, it’s holding some water that came in gentle waves of snow that mostly never stuck. The ground is so dry, we need that moisture to soak in and start collecting in the low places – otherwise known as ponds. 🙂

Who doesn’t love the glorious Temple?

Blues and golds, always a good combination. 🙂

His band was below him out of sight. He, the scout, was on high ground to detect the approach of any danger to the napping band.

The sky was unsettled. … The forecast gave us a good chance of rain that never came that day.

… we await spring. Isn’t it the same every year? 🙂