Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

the mane in the snow

Winter's snow has all but left the region. It might be our last which honestly speaking, is sad. We've had a great time in the snow this year. I'm not sure I'm ready to give up the snow forts, the snow shoes, the ice skates, the crunch of running through a patch of snow. This photo is from last week. The lawns and fields are green and brown now.

Brown like her hair which keeps growing and growing. I don't know how much longer we can sustain the mane. It gets tangled and knotted, then torn and split with bathtime grooming. But it is so lovely. I suppose I should capture as many photos of it now before it is gone.