Spring, Hope Valley

The snow in the meadows has melted, all the shrubbery is ready to burst. Look at those colors! On our way home we stopped to listen to the river and the busy birds. 

The trouble with taking a nice leisurely ride home is that suddenly you realize you've been on the road for eight hours. How did that happen? We came down from the aspens and meadows and snowy peaks to spring in the Gold Country: lilacs in bloom, and off with the heavy shirt and vest. 

What I could see of our own garden in the dark of evening: roses in bloom all over the place!