The Time of Spring

The same bush by the front gate is the first to bring flowers for each Spring that Tom has been here. The lambs, both rams, have been taken from the pen, as at less than four months old they have already begun to show interest in Louise and begun to challenge Pinto. The snow melt has begun and the river is taking the beach, though each day, something comes ashore and rests, either beaver or otter. The sun has moved far enough north it casts the shadow of the Saddle on Hurrah as it sets. The driveway entertains an average of ten riders a day, lost, looking for direction, or suggestions for things to see as they visit the accommodations of Base Camp. The larger lizards remain hidden as are the snakes. Smaller lizards have arrived and last week began the nightly return of the bats. A juvenile eagle visits nearly daily and the ten female big horn that entertained most nights over the last two weeks appear to have moved on. It is the time of change, the time of warmth, it is the time of Spring.