Yesterday I rode my bike 30 miles home from work. Spring was back and the day was glorious. The air was perfumed with the blooms from the deciduous trees and the forest was waking up and showing off. Wild bleeding heart lined the trail sides and sword ferns unrolled with the warmth of the sun. They look like tiny sea horses bouncing in the elements.

And...there was not a bear in sight, or evidence of such a creature. I suspect the mild winter has invited them to stay higher in the mountains until the berries ripen.

My path takes me down beautiful trails and paths and even plays peek-a-boo with the famous Snoqualmie Falls. Another day of feeling fortunate to be healthy and wonderful way to stock the soul's cookie jar.