Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Before too awful long, Spirit will step on that awfully (wondrously) long dreadlock and leave the whole strand lying on the basin ground, draped over shadscale or tangled in sage. Maybe the birds will use it to line their nests (though nest building may already be on the wane now?). Maybe I’ll find it on some future hike and wonder at the stories it could tell, the gusting spring wind and cool pond water, growing and growing and giving uniqueness to its bearer … until gone from its host and finding new life with other creatures. … The tangled web – or mane – of life.

And look at that blue, blue Colorado sky. 🙂

Lovely Maia bears the wind.

(Yes, she’s grey, but most of the grey you’re seeing is mud!)

Seneca, like all the rest of us, is really, really, REALLY tired of the wind.

We’ll want some breeze when the atmosphere grows still, and the gnats start to swarm and the heat starts to overwhelm. … But right now? We are so over the gale-force winds that suck out the moisture we don’t even have to give and fill our sky with dust.

To all the mothers and motherly ones out there whom we love and who inspire us to care for each other and be kind. 🙂

Happy Mother’s Day, especially to my mom: I love you! 🙂