That’s some bunny!

“Some bunny thinks she’s the Easter bunny,” I told my tiny pup Junie B. this morning.

She responded with a little snort and what looked to be a laugh.

We’d awakened not too bright and early to the sounds of snow plows sailing down our street after yet another snow storm.

Junie B. was thinking we should start our Easter Party today after tearing open a bag of Easter basket goodies.

“What do you think about going to the sunrise Easter service tomorrow morning down at the beach?” I asked her. “It could be a little chilly with that 12 degree low by morning.”

I don’t know if Junie B. understood me.

But I do know for sure that Junie B. growled as she ran back to the crate and quickly slammed the door.

I think our long winter may be getting the best of both of us.

And believe me that’s no April Fool’s joke.

Spring with a shovel

In Minnesota, winter goes on forever.

Or so it seems.

Though the calender’s been telling me it’s spring, my belief system’s been telling me otherwise.

The early morning winds were wicked again this morning.

And so was my mood after seeing possible snow in the forecast going into Easter weekend.

Yet by the afternoon a bright sun was victorious in its battle with the breeze over by the lake.

I suddenly heard honking overhead as a flock of Canadian geese returned from a long winter vacation in Florida.

They were busily checking out the local real estate market in hopes of finding the perfect nest.

As I stood on the dock, I thought how spring break for me this year on a white sandy beach is as likely as all that dirty snow and ice melting overnight.

Yet hearing those geese again was a wake up call.

I’ve lived here long enough to remember ‘don’t stop believing.’

Spring will surely come.

It always does.

So I went right home and put my flip flops back in the trunk.

Right next to my snow shovel.