Hello friends!
Boy oh boy I’ve had a great winter. Lots of snow and lots of cold. Walks in the Wonder Woods with my person. But, gee whiz, it looks like spring is around the corner. It’s up to 27 degrees F today, and yesterday’s snow is already melting in the bright sun. The last of the snow is just about gone in all those little nooks and crannies amid the tangles and tumble-down rock walls. I suppose I should get used to this, and give up my dream that one day winter will never leave us, and we can have snow all year.
One redeeming quality to spring is that it brings the birds back with it. Black and yellow birds, orange and black birds, red and brown birds, stripy birds, iridescent birds. They really show up now, too, because mostly the world’s gray-ish where the snow is gone but it hasn’t started greening yet. By the porch those first little yellow and purple flowers came up a couple days ago. These get caught in a frog’s throat and make that noise. I know this because my person calls them Croak Assists.
I don’t know what’s happening with my fictional doppelganger up in the Arctic. We haven’t heard from them for months. It can be a pretty rugged place in the winter, and it’s not unusual that we don’t hear from them until spring, which is still another two months away for them. Lucky stiffs. I expect that we will get all the winter’s mail at once and catch up with the many adventures they’ve had in the season of total darkness.
Wandering around the yard by the driveway I found several great bones, some old snack scraps and a few things that I don’t know what they are but they smell edible. Luckily I beat these little yellow birds to them. I guess maybe there’s an upside to putting the snow away sometimes.
I just wish we didn’t have to wait so long for it to come back.
Wag more, bark less.
Sasha
Sasha of The Chukchi Sea 