Heading Over the Hill in the Cariboo

There is something vital about the abrupt arrival of spring that is possible in the north central interior of British Columbia. Snow is still seeping into the ground under the trees on the north side of the meadow behind me. But there is no looking back. Winter is done for! Yeeeehaaaaw!

And I do think that Camille Pissarro might be smiling at just behind my left shoulder this morning.