Spring

It is spring. Or, summer, depending on how you rate the warm days. No longer dark and deep, but iridescent and expansive.

Queen Elizabeth, our mischievous little doeling.

Beauregard von Bingen, our rescue project. 

The Goat Shack. And small farm girl. 

The view from the National Forest trail behind my house. The hills are alive with the sound of music... and life, and love and color. Oh, how I love the verdant, drinkable green.