Singing happy songs.
Gray skies are going to clear up.
Blue clouds chime on in.
Sure, some are calling it chilly this morning at ten below. But I’m calling it borderline balmly.
After all, I live in Minnesota and the sun dogs here don’t believe in hibernation.
Corgi Maddie was smiling early on her dog bed by the stove this morning as I layered up in ragg wool, a salt stained parka, and tired boots to carry her outside.
At 13, my old girl’s now lame in her back legs yet still flies like an eagle across the snow with the greatest of ease.
And an abundance of joy.
She’s adapted well and so have I to her loss.
Yet carrying Maddie’s hefty steerage down the three steps from the kitchen to the porch, and then down two more to the backyard, I began to notice a pain in my lower back.
Still what a gift she is with her condition, I was thinking as I just slowed my pace.
If it wasn’t for Maddie, I’d be missing the warmth of the sun’s rays on my face this beautiful day.
And the cardinal’s spirited song.
As we returned to the toasty kitchen a few minutes later, I noticed my steaming coffee tasted less bitter than usual.
And my berry scone, much sweeter.
Spring’s nearly here, I whispered softly.
Checking my calendar, I discovered it’s just five weeks away.
Sounds like today day will be a perfect one to select my flower seeds of blue, pink and white.
Any try on some potential bathing suits.
Happily, one size smaller this year.
Maybe this afternoon I’ll even take a ice pick to my crop of chocolate colored lawn ornaments gifted to me by my four legged Valentines over the winter.
After all, picnic season is on the way.
Oh, I can feel it in my bones.
And I see it now in the smiles of the snoring dogs at my feet, dreaming of green grass and bustling butterflies to come.
I smile too with warmth, just at the sight.