The flowers and grass, being fed by daily deluges, are growing tall.
Shyla is so funny - she feels the need to leap over the flowers rather than go around them. I like it because she doesn't trample them!
Despite her wise gray fur, she still has hops! She levitates above the Bee Balm!
And lands with grace.
... finishing with a sprint to me.
You can see that her fur is wet. That's because the grass and flowers were still soaked from the previous evening's rain.
Indeed, it's getting a little old that it rains almost every afternoon and evening. Yesterday, we got a break, and two friends and I did a long singletrack bike ride, exploring old and new trails. It sprinkled on us a few times and a few rumbles emanated from the west. However, it waited until I was home to rain.
Today was different. At the point in my ride where I turned to head toward home, I saw that a big storm was building close to my house. It was almost dark outside as the storm built but the flowers glowed.
I rode as hard as I could but I ended up huddled under the canopy of pine trees with first hail and then a downpour battering me. Since I had nothing else to do while I waited for the "flash-booms" and torrential rain to slow, I rearranged my gear to keep stuff dry. I took a selfie by accident as I did it.
Ah, the glamorous life of a Colorado mountain biker - huddled under small trees for protection from a thunder storm!
I'm looking forward to a break from this weather. I wanted rain to reduce our fire danger but not this much rain!