There were birds everywhere, including yellow-headed blackbirds, among my favourites. (They used to pass through and stop in the trees in our front yard every year, but they haven't made an appearance for many years.) No one would cooperate for the camera, so I gave up and enjoyed the beauty of watching them, settling for a quick sketch in my journal.
Rain swept in that night; after that, we were blessed with interesting weather for the next two days. We had rain and rain and rain:
Just when we thought we had seen the last of snow for a few months, we had snow:
You can't tell from the photos, but the forests were greener than I've ever seen. A black bear was enjoying his lunch by the side of a stream; waterfalls rushed down rocks. The mountains were alive with wonders.
By the time we reached Kelowna yesterday, the sun was out, we were dry and warm again and there were flowers. Everywhere. All types and colours.
I was so overwhelmed by the sight of all that colour that I forgot to take any pictures. We settled in Ms. DD's driveway and then I walked and walked and walked, by myself and with Ms. DD., for hours.
Life is perfect. More later.
Namaste.
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