Beware: Purple Prose Follows:
Beware; Purple Prose Follows:
Spring in the High Plains happens in its own good time. The calendar is only a rough guide. As I sat on the deck this early morning, the pasture was golden with dandelions, the black heifers and calves basked in the sunshine. The llamas leisurely surveyed the land. The plum blossoms popped releasing their sweet perfume and honeybees buzzed business-like catching early pollen and nectar. Birds chattered and flew swooping in front of me. The sun warmed my back. Two puffy clouds floated against the background of a Wyoming blue sky- pale from the altitude and crystalline clean. Connected with the day by all my senses, a frisson of joy to be alive and in this place and time; I was in the picture of Wyoming Spring.
Spring in the High Plains happens in its own good time. The calendar is only a rough guide. As I sat on the deck this early morning, the pasture was golden with dandelions, the black heifers and calves basked in the sunshine. The llamas leisurely surveyed the land. The plum blossoms popped releasing their sweet perfume and honeybees buzzed business-like catching early pollen and nectar. Birds chattered and flew swooping in front of me. The sun warmed my back. Two puffy clouds floated against the background of a Wyoming blue sky- pale from the altitude and crystalline clean. Connected with the day by all my senses, a frisson of joy to be alive and in this place and time; I was in the picture of Wyoming Spring.
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