It’s been a busy few weeks—and most of the “busy”ness and turmoil was not of my making. Yesterday I even quit about 5:00 and didn’t look again at the computer until about an hour ago. I did keep track of a particularly vehement exchange on Facebook last night, but as often as I wanted to add my two cents’ worth, I did not. It was an interesting exercise in self-restraint. 🙂

Yesterday the rain poured down and eventually cleared off to a large degree. I love the rain, and since yesterday was one of few days recently I’ve had the luxury of  sleeping in, I did. I listened to water falling gently on my skylights, and enjoyed doing NOTHING and worrying about NOTHING.

What a great way to start a day.

Late yesterday morning I happened to look across the valley and noticed Mt. Garfield in full, glorious color. I’ve often noticed how rain (and melting snow) will deepen the colors of the Bookcliffs. It’s even more pronounced closer, but difficult to get a picture on the Interestate. What is generally a sandy and not real “colorful” landscape (unless you just love it, as I do), turns rich brown and is especially set off by the slate grey of surrounding clouds.

That’s all I wanted to say. And I present this photo of evidence that color does exist in them thar hills—even if those colors are brown. 🙂

Have a great spring Wednesday!