Spring

"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." ~ Eleanora Duse

And so it begins

     The winter months are close to over and the sun begins to melt through the snow once again. The summer brings inspiration and a new energy to explore what life has to offer. At the end of April we will begin our journey, heading east to Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, Newfoundland, and Labrador.  

      After that we will head southwest to Colorado to do the 25th annual Ride the Rockies.  This year the route starts in Grand Junction at the Colorado National Monument and goes through Delta, Ouray, Durango, Pagosa Springs, Alamosa and Salida totaling 532 Miles.  After the ride is finished, we are undecided as to what the future holds!

With the creation of this blog, we would like to share the inspiration for the title:

How Still, How Happy!

by Emily Bronte

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather, 

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears. 

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are. 

Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores. 

I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern. 

It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war, 

Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear. 

Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream