I saw the light

While hiking up a steep hill near me yesterday, I was thinking what a long winter it’s been.

But then aren’t they all?

The hill’s a popular one for sledding and has been a busy place this past week after a couple of back to back snow storms.

But Saturday it was empty except for me, the sun, and the trees swaying in the breeze.

It seemed most of the neighborhood children had set aside their sleds, and were busy dusting off their bicycles.

Others were already riding them through the growing puddles in the streets below.

As I stood and faced the sun shining down on the hill, I smelled the musty earth melting below my boots.

And I soon felt March’s blush of warmth on my winter weary face once again.

I even heard a flock of song birds sing a promise of spring as they flew overhead.

Sure, there’s another big snow storm coming here tomorrow, but I know spring is on the way.

How do I know?

Because yesterday I know I saw the light.


Tink’s time out

Tinkerbell was sent to the bench this afternoon for a two minute time out.

She was caught playing ruff while participating in some chihuahua games with chi brother Rex in the snow filled backyard.

My girl moved to the snow belt just last year from sunny California and still has much to learn about snow forts and snowballs.

When her time out was up, I gave Tink a treat and told her she was the sweetest little snow angel.

I think I caught her smiling.

But I know it was the rawhide.

Good Dog, Tucker!

My terrier Tucker never lets me leave his sight, unless he’s crated.

He senses my moods. He feels every ache. And he shares any pain.

My senior boy truly looks out for me.

And today he was extra busy.

I have the flu (in spite of the flu shot), and have been home recovering.

Tucker was so happy to have me around today, but looked very concerned when I attempted to go out and shovel the 12 inches of heavy new snow in the driveway.

He once again stole my warmest old muffler in an effort to prevent me from going outside.

But being stubborn I, of course, went out anyway.

Luckily, I didn’t last long.

Tucker had started barking at me outside the window and wouldn’t quit until I did.

Some days that dog sure is a whole lot smarter than me.

Actually maybe most days.


Winter has its charms

Winter has its charms.
Still wicked winds will disarm.
This day take it slow.


Winter’s at my door?

Autumn’s settled in.
There’s talk of snow. I don’t know.
Winter’s at my door?


Flip flops and frostbite

Five days ago, autumn leaves shared their glow.
Then winds came along and changed all to snow.
Could winter be here?
Or maybe just near?
I’ve packed up my flip flops as it’s frostbite I fear.


My present state

On a mid February day I might dream of walking a crowded beach in Florida.

Or if I’m smart I can accept my present state.

And today there’s no other place I’d rather be.

With temps this afternoon in the 60s, I strolled along the lake’s peaceful shoreline.

Sure, I found more snow than sand.

Yet the views beyond warmed my soul.

So did the strong rays from the sun beaming down on my pale, winter weary face.

It seems a few of us snow birds always stay put, I was thinking as I listened to one chirping flock right above me.

They were busily checking out the beach’s newest Purple Martin house.

These early birds may have only been looking to ‘get the worm.’

As for me, I’m only looking to find an early spring.

And I believe I may have just found it.