I know it is only mid March and the new leaves won't appear until early May. Yet the days are long and warm. The snow is melting. I saw a dipper as Clive and I walked along the ice in Cougar Creek. I heard the songs of chickadees, robins, felt the cool breeze on my cheeks and curl through my hair, smelt the pine sap and saw three deer sitting in the forest contentedly chewing away. There was a sprinkling of snow falling from the heavens like confetti at my feet and back lit white bulbous clouds soared over Haling Peak.
Spring a time for new beginnings, fresh starts and renewal. This is my favorite time of year in the Rockies. I have started re-visioning my memoir. I hope that my high expectations and judgements have been replaced with a more nurturing attitude of patience and love that will encourage the fresh shoots to grow, multiply, and flower into a work of art.