red, yellow, blue, green

My yard is full of flowers from bulbs that I planted this year and the year before.
I completely forgot about them, and then all of a sudden, here they all are, cheering me up when I step outside or come back home.
I'm looking forward to Easter this year. I don't like to think about last Easter without remembering it's a time of renewal, a time to let go, roll the rock back, step outside and dangle your toes in the water again. (I like to mix my religion with nature.)

This year I'll head to Granbury where Dad says he's got the saddle all retooled and ready to ride. Dakota will be chubby from a winter of hay and carrots and little exercise, he'll be full of himself. That's okay, I will be too.