The flowers that bloom in the spring,
Breathe promise of merry sunshine –
As we merrily dance and we sing,
We welcome the hope that they bring,
Of a summer of roses and wine.
And that’s what we mean when we say that a thing
Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring.
“The Mikado”, Gilbert & Sullivan
OK, it’s not spring. But I might be forgiven for thinking it is and for thinking springtime thoughts. In recent years, the west has experienced lots of drought, when the grass for grass for grazing has been short and sparse and hay has to be purchased, rather than taken from the barn. This year is different. This year the grass, even in August, is lush, high enough for a horse to snack on without lowering its head and dotted with wildflowers. It looks almost like spring.
This winter, the Big Horns had 22′ or more of snow, much like the “old days” and justification for putting up brace poles inside the cabin before closing it for fall. That translates into lots of water when the spring melt comes and that’s a good thing! The cabin’s metal roof bent slightly under the weight of the snow. During the winter, a person could walk on the snow from the rooftop of the tack room to the roof of the workshop. A snowmobile wasn’t even useful as it would sink and have to be dug out.
Plentiful water means plentiful flowers, flowers which are usually gone by this time of year. Although we’ve only been here two days, I have a few pictures to share with you and I imagine there will be more once I’ve had more time to go hiking. In the meantime, enjoy these and don’t forget the sunscreen and either sunglasses or a hat.
As seen on our ride today…