When I first came to Colorado it was in the late fall and I was shocked by the dry, brown foothills of what I thought would be lush green mountains. It didn't take me long to realize that there is beauty in all seasons.
Even when a plant drys out and goes to seed there is beauty. And there is the promise of a new beginning in the spring.
Last year ended a 5 year drought for southern Colorado. The creek behind this shady glade was dry, and the forest brittle. These trees still bear the scars of a wild fire that scorched the forest.
Mother Nature is resilient and forgiving. The earth has healed and celebrates the arrival of spring.