These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.

We had a visit from a beautiful mule deer here at Little House in the Rockies this week. She wasn’t at all skittish or shy.

Our fence posts seemed to be a set of crosses with a message: Spring is here, the tomb is empty, and resurrection, rebirth and new growth are real.

Grab a cup of coffee and I’ll walk you through a couple of happy hours I spent with my camera on Easter afternoon at the Tarryall Reservoir State Wildlife Area.

Boreas Pass in central Colorado is scenic, lovely, unspoiled and a call from nature to join her.

I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.

The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.

Scrabble is a great game for COVID-19 quarantining. (And I finally won.)

A lost and found cookbook yields an excellent panini for yet another Sandwich Wednesday at Glover Gardens.

The sky over South Park Valley demands a haiku today, the first day of NaHaiWriMo 2020.

A return to the slopes provided a fierce hunger and Amica’s Pizza in Salida beckoned to us from the street. What a great choice!

A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.

My lost loved ones were in this sky, whispering a gossamer goodbye.

Glover Gardens was bestowed the gift of a grandchild earlier this year. We’re calling him GK#1 here in the blog, perhaps to be followed by GK#2, GK#3, etc.

Reposting the Glover Gardens 2018 salute to Memorial Day.

Hummingbirds work hard. They do what needs to be done.

A video and photos of an unexpected Memorial Day weekend snowstorm in central Colorado, and a haiku to capture the feeling.

Haiku inspired by a coming storm in the Colorado Rockies.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” said the Grill-Meister as he fired up the outdoor burner to cook bacon in 5° weather.

Practicing mindfulness, I really looked at this bird house when I came upon it in a friend’s yard. What would it look like to a bird?