End Of Hibernation
This field lies on the other side of a fence, which bears strict instructions to not feed or touch the horses. So, while I often pass by here, I don't normally linger and never crossed the barrier before. However, between the lovely yellow flowers that sprang up overnight and my mother's encouragement I finally trespassed. I still avoided the horses and fled the scene quickly, but I think it was worth the minor offense. My friend Jon said it looked like "the sun had burrowed into the ground to be stored from winter and then bloomed with spring." I quite agree.