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.
June bugs come and go.
One melts hearts with ice and snow.
Blankets bloom in bliss.
Frame this winter white.
Grab those skis, snow shoes, your might.
Nature sets us free.
Once there was a bone.
Then came snow.
Where did it go?
Doggone, where’s my lawn?
Angels have four legs.
Through the snow, just watch them go.
Lame, some fly with two.
She’s lived two years longer than most corgis.
Though my sweet Maddie’s lame.
Last winter she’d fly through the snow with her strong front legs, ignoring those weak ones beind.
But this year’s different.
Her front legs are tired, and her eyes now wear the same expression.
After last night’s snowfall, I broke trail this morning while carrying Maddie outside.
I gently placed my girl down in her favorite spot to ‘take care of business.’
Maddie looked cold and started to shiver, in spite of her heavy dense coat.
I was saddened to see she’s no longer a fan of winter like she’s been each year before.
After leading my shorter haired pups back into the warm kitchen, I returned outside to carry Maddie in to join them.
But I noticed her shivering had stopped.
While I was gone, it seemed Maddie had rediscovered one of her favorites rites of winter.
Catching big, white snowflakes on her tongue.
I quickly joined on in.
How could I not?
I keep hoping Maddie and I will never be too old to be young.
Frozen comes to mind.
Can we break this icy spell?
Sunshine, let it go.