I've been in a slight state of mourning over the passing of skiing season for the year. (it's eight long months until I can hit the trails again) Because of my newfound love of winter and skiing, I had forgotten the beauty of spring. But then my flowering plum trees blossomed in my back yard . . .
right next to the bright golden forsythia bush . . .And the snow-capped mountains with blue sky and green foothills, almost made me forget about skiing.
I love that we live in such a beautiful world and in such a beautiful spot on this earth. I love all the seasons; but I have been touched again by the delicate beauty of spring with all it's flowering in soft pastels.

