Hello dear reader.
Today I decided I didn’t want to talk about pain or coping or anything to do with illness. I want to share my mountains with you.
I couldn’t tell you my favorite season here in the mountains. They’re all wonderful.
During the summer the temps usually top out in the mid 70’s. It’s a rare occurrence to hit 80 degrees. The wildflowers bloom everywhere. There are more colors than you can imagine.
Summertime is also tourist season. People come from all over the world to see, and sometimes hike, the mountains.
The trees at this altitude are pretty much all aspens and pines. In the autumn the mountains look like a patchwork quilt that changes every day.
The tourists start to thin out as the temperatures start to drop, but quite a few people come to see the aspens.
The aspens turn mostly gold, but also red and every shade in between.
Winter has a beauty all its own.
I love sitting in my house with a nice fire going and watching the snow falling outside. The tradition in my house (which started when my kids still lived at home) is the evening of the first real snowfall I make homemade hot chocolate. Things get quiet and peaceful.
Last but not least, springtime arrives. The snow starts to melt.
The trees begin to bud and the birds come back. I love hearing them sing when I wake up. We have a pair of doves that come every year. It’s easy to tell they’re the same ones from their markings. I can’t find my pictures of them, but I’ll show them to you when they come this year.
This is the most incredible place to live. I could go on and on about the wonderful town I live in, the festivals, how I came to be here, etc. But I’ll save those stories for another day.
Note: Most of these pictures are from Unsplash.com which allows free use of the tons of beautiful photography on its site. A couple of them were taken by Tim, who has a wonderful eye.
Until next time…
Finding Life Through Pain 