I almost couldn’t stand it. The other evening I went out to be a part of the day’s end and as usual stayed out way later than expected. Winter’s breath left us quite a few weeks ago, and here spring has slowly and tenderly wrapped its tendrils around every nook and cranny I lay my eyes upon. Winter always leaves with great sorrow for me, as there is nothing I love more than bundling up, cinching bindings, putting skis to the trail and setting out into the white forested garden of Idaho’s backcountry. The dichotomy of winter’s harsh environment shadowed against the raw and pure beauty of white cloaked peaks is enough to make my heart burst into a million tiny beginnings. Oh man, all this talk of winter really has me wishing the snow would hold tight and offer a few more high mountain climbs. Alas, the early eves of white, have transitioned to the gloriously long days of cotyledon greens and buttercup yellows. I didn’t realize just how much my heart was aching for a landscape painted with new day colors straight from a Kandisnky canvas.
I hope these longer days of transition are finding you well, I know they’ve really re-ignited my yearning for adventure…
Happy spring, chickadees. xx
Isn’t this wild world of ours so magnificent?!