Spring Mountain Morning

I love this time of year: the sun is up just early enough, the air is crisp, the tourists have gone home for shoulder season, and I have the mountain all to myself.

After seeing the kids off on the bus, Eowyn and I head home via the base of Blackcomb mountain and wander the newly green runs as far and wide as we wish.

The sun has just crested the peaks, making colours rich and brilliant as light spills down the hill, the grass is dazzling with dew diamonds,

and the air is fresh and fragrant and twittering madly with bird song. It's hard to describe how it smells, tastes, feels.... like clarity. Like hope, new ideas and unlimited possibility.

Eowyn likes it too.

Comments

[Judy G.]

Since I usually only see pictures of greyhounds lying down on the couch, it's always a bit of a shock to see an upright greyhound and be reminded of how they are all chest and legs. You have the best off-leash park.