The sun was up on the Flatirons and the view from the road in front of the house mid week was amazing, though it was quick as Mr.Mountain Lion has been spotted hunting on the ditch line behind the homes up here and he left a little calling card (dead Mule deer) in the next door neighbor's yard. When you are on the menu you don't tarry long.
Time for a proper breakfast. BAKED FRENCH TOAST WITH PEACHES, cream cheese, maple and nuts.
With MUSHROOM ARTICHOKE FRITTATA
with fresh fruit and of course, BACON. I'm not sure if it's the clean mountain air and water,
or the treks way up high. . . .
but I'm as hungry as a mountain lion.