Yesterday I amused myself with the Llamas and a left hand ode to spring and love.
Today, which is better than yesterday weather wise, I rose with hope of actually getting outside and doing something – however bad. And so I did. Not badly at all. I burned a bit of sticks that fell winter wise and raked some of the piled up leaves (wet though they were). Burning leaves have a place in my memories and life. Smelled good, as long as they were contained. I kept the fires small.
Two news pieces. One good, one bad.
One of the things I cannot understand, forgetting about the bond of human/dog, is the act of a human walking on ice that a dog falls through. I mean, isn’t it logical that if a forty pound dog breaks ice a one hundred pound person will also? I’ll leave it to you to find out whether the dog lived or not.
And the good news:
The soil moisture content, surface and sub-soil, aren’t too bad. But like most things it depends on what comes next.
So. One death, one report of expectation, and a beautiful day full of spring and hope and sunshine.
Life goes on.
From the reaches,