Good Year

This is the sign of a very good year.

It may not look like much to you ~ just a dirty little creek. But, it's been dry as a bone for as long as I've lived on this property. I didn't even know it was a creek!

So, this isn't good news... It's the best of all news for this high plains desert!

As record-breaking snow fall begins to melt, my dirty little creek will grow into a babbling brook putting smiles on the faces of all the flowers in the Big Rock Garden.

What a sweet way to kick off my first afternoon of playing in the mud!

Scooping water from this new, little creek and blessing the tenderest of my babies with some makeshift irrigation.

Much to the dismay of neighbors and friends, I never shovel in the winter time. What's the point? It's just gonna snow again.

But I shoveled quite a bit today ~ chipping away at the mountains of snow in some parts of my yard, moving it to places that have been dry for too long.

Moisture is the bane of mountain gardening. Too much, too little, rarely if ever precisely what we need.

But, we're off to a good start. Just what our mountain wildflowers have been hoping for.

And, this, I hope, is a sign of a very good year.