Hello, readers. The snow has retreated up into the mountians, leaving the valleys to be re-born. I'm surrounded by breezes bursting buds and clouds billowing birds. The world is waking up and I have a spring in my step.
The humans have traded in showshoes and skis for hiking boots, lawn mowers and chainsaws. We've travelled some or our favourite trails.
The Murtle River past Majeurs Farm is a butterfly haven.
The bushes on the Flatiron Trail have been pruned by the moose!