Course, the snow is deep.
Things are pretty different than years past, so we're not
tromping out down the snow covered meadows, exploring the ravines and streams,
gazing out over the river's outwaters.
But hey, adaptability is important. So
we go by the opposite side of the river, down by the farmer's fields, where the
land opens up and the sky goes on forever.
Where there are so many shades of
brown and red and grey in the limbs and buds and barks of the slowly wakening
trees and brush.
Where the pup races alongside the car, holding an old glove
happily in his mouth, smiling at me as we warm him up, then let him run!
Back
and forth along the deserted road, leaping up into the deep snowbanks, down
into the melting snows on the road.
Beautiful dark March day. How could you ask
for anything more?
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