The silver grey before the greening . . .

We love our dandelions. Those sturdy first flowers of spring. On this Chilcotin meadow they open before any other petals are brave enough to unfurl their colours.  

Home.  Where quiet is complete. 

And Spring is underway. 

A mossy corner of the old pump house down at the foot bridge

This early morning moose crossing the creek at a well chosen shallow bend.

Now that's gotta be chilly.

That's the flagpole where we have never raised a flag in deference to the wildlife and the birds.  Instead it has become a hawk and owl perch and a white metal pole in an otherwise perfectly natural setting.

Spring.

Cranes overhead.

Drinking it all in.