
Spring Creek canyon sure looks inviting behind Maiku, doesn’t it? A place begging to be explored.
We have rain again in our forecast. As always, we’re hopeful.

Spring Creek canyon sure looks inviting behind Maiku, doesn’t it? A place begging to be explored.
We have rain again in our forecast. As always, we’re hopeful.

The wind yesterday was definitely NOT on mute; it was howling. Must be spring in Colorado.

Last year’s sunflowers, to be sure. Hopefully the recent rain will start to jumpstart some of this year’s greenery.

Rain, rain, glorious rain. We asked for it; we got it. More than half an inch yesterday. It soaked in (really) quickly, but I’m hoping to see some new water in familiar places when I get back in the basin.

We’ve had a run of mares lately on the blog, but with ladies as lovely as ours, who’s complaining? 🙂 This is sweet Juniper. I’m not sure what she was looking at because the band is mostly between us and to the left. I think maybe sometimes they’re just enjoying the view. Yep, I had a pretty great view!

Just a little peek at Temple Butte as Cassidy Rain peers back at me, staring wide-eyed at her.

Pretty Terra watches the rest of the band while I watch her in lovely late light.
Just like that, with the time change, the days are longer. They’ve been getting longer, of course, but now they’re longer and LATER. More time to enjoy the beauty. 🙂

Hayden isn’t always in the mood to pose handsomely for the folks back home. 🙂
Maybe he, like the rest of us, was still nursing a grudge against Ma Nature, who did NOT deliver moisture to us Sunday. I mean, it’s pretty glorious out there, but it’s dry. So dry.

Shadow was being particularly antisocial, and although Killian let her have her space and stayed with his other band members, he kept an eye on her, which was a boon for this photographer – and you readers!
Could he BE any more handsome??

All our world seems painted in shades of buckskin these days – more brown, brown, brown than gold, gold, gold. It’s late, late winter, it’s a smidge too early for true spring (though temperatures and birds and bees say it’s spring).
It’s also the scruffy, rough, scraggly time when the horses are getting ready to shed their own winter wear and become sleek and spring-shiny again. And we’re waiting on green bits, which adds the vitamins to the winter diet. We’re all tired of the winter diet.