Yesterday was such a deep dark typical winter's
day, snow falling morning, noon and night. The soft spring powder covering the
land, falling easily from trees; small stuff. Outside each morning, with your
eyes closed, would sound like spring, too. The greeting and calling and
beginnings of that veritable party, mating season.
I've taken to bringing the pup down by the
river, on a dirt road lined with farmer's fields, opening the window of the
car, holding the leash through the window, and carefully driving, while he
races by my side. Yes, careful the key word; but the only way he can use those
huge muscles and push himself.
On we drive, as he leaps up upon 6' snowdrifts,
delighting in the challenge of stepping in and out of such deep snows. Back
down he runs, and up to me, so I stop the car, and he plops his muddy wet paws
in the window, smiling with relief, with happiness. We carefully turn, let him
race back, as he gets to know the drill. Then pop his muddy wet self into the
car, and as the car fills with his satisfied panting, make our way slowly home.
Still, the ground is thick and full of hard,
often dirty snows. The earth wakening far beneath, but in wait for the reprieve
of light, of heat, of whatever will hasten the departure of this year's wintertime.
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