Wildblossom
“The first roundup, which should have started a week ago, commenced immediately.
Spring would no longer be denied, and when Geoff rode his buckskin stallion over the ranch at dawn, he was enchanted by his surroundings. Birds had returned for the summer, and the thickets were crowded with them. Meanwhile, the skylark and white-shouldered lark bunting sang while soaring overhead against the rosy sky. Shelby could identify these and other calls Geoff had never heard before, and sometimes he rode with her so that she could teach him to separate the songs of the bluebird, the mountain chickadee, the sage thrasher, and the raucous pinyon jay.
More often, though, there was too much work to indulge in such pleasures. Geoff could only try to soak up the beauty of the sunrise, the staggering silhouette of the mountains behind the river, the prairie roses carpeting the ranchland, and the heady mixture of fragrances carried on the breeze. Always, in the back of his mind, was the realization that i...t couldn't last.MoreLess
Spring would no longer be denied, and when Geoff rode his buckskin stallion over the ranch at dawn, he was enchanted by his surroundings. Birds had returned for the summer, and the thickets were crowded with them. Meanwhile, the skylark and white-shouldered lark bunting sang while soaring overhead against the rosy sky. Shelby could identify these and other calls Geoff had never heard before, and sometimes he rode with her so that she could teach him to separate the songs of the bluebird, the mountain chickadee, the sage thrasher, and the raucous pinyon jay.
More often, though, there was too much work to indulge in such pleasures. Geoff could only try to soak up the beauty of the sunrise, the staggering silhouette of the mountains behind the river, the prairie roses carpeting the ranchland, and the heady mixture of fragrances carried on the breeze. Always, in the back of his mind, was the realization that i...t couldn't last.MoreLess
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