out our backdoor we go
we call the dogs
get on our skis
and hit the trails
Eduardo is the adventurer
he likes to break new ground
I am the skier
I like it groomed and straight
fast and sleek
so we did the packed trails first
then headed into virgin snow
two hours of beauty
and laughter
exclamations and praise
passing rabbit paths
and moose
coyote
and fox
squirrel
and a mouse dragging its tail
grouse and raven
beaver
and
us
two people
two dogs
and the Maker of all this glory
a warm day
warm hearts
trees casting shadows
the Son casting sun rays
colour returning into the winter lands
rich blue sky
yellow in the willows
red thoughout the brush
green lichens and old man beard
birch and alder seeds
scattered for the birds
underground tunnels
for all the little animal folk
them nibbling bentover trees
caught in the deep snow
frozen chantarelles
leftover cranberries
All of us feasting in some way
on all of this glory
up hill
down hill
gliding and
resting
then
home again
skis off
up against the garage
a walk up the hill to the house
goats calling in the distance
spring birds singing from the tall trees
a warm fire waiting
a family weekend
a new holiday
for British Columbians
for us
back door skiing
my favourite things
