It's one of those mornings for taking time.
No roses to smell but oodles of glorious sights to be seen while strolling through the landscape.
No frost on pumpkins but plenty coating plants and boards and stumps.
Still, amidst the radiance of frozen ice particles there's the sense of spring.
Yes, the pansies and daffodils are drooping, but with a cloudless sky and a brilliant morning sun, we know all will be standing proud and beautiful by early afternoon.
Mother Nature coated many surfaces with frost overnight, but she also provided the promise of a glorious Sunday.
And, that just feels mighty fine.
Bill helped me put the guard on the new lawnmower yesterday, and enough more yard area has dried out, even from yesterday's rain that I should be able to sit aboard the mower, do some more clean-up and remain in awe that we've been given such a gift of spring beauty.
It's gonna be a good day, and, by golly, Rory McIlroy is ahead at the Master's. May he have the luck o' the Irish and win it all!
It was fun yesterday to hear from Tish Griffin whom I met through horse circles when she lived in Bonners Ferry and worked as a Customs agent.
Tish spent yesterday with friends walking the same swinging rope bridge that Willie, Debbie and Annie walked last week in Northern Ireland.
I told her about their experience and mine while hiking there and meeting the lady who grew up in Bonners Ferry.
I also told her that Northern Ireland's Rory McIlroy had the lead in the Master's.
She responded that, yes, she knew that because she had gone to a pub after walking the bridge and everyone was glued to the TV watching the Master's.
Tish also told me that she met Rory once in Dublin.
Good luck, Rory.
And, Happy Sunday. Enjoy the photos.
All the dirty horses.
Time to "play ball" for Bridie.
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