Spring

It’s Monday morning, and the sun is shining. Spring is in the air, even if it is just 35 degrees outside. There is something so different about the sunshine at the end of March. Maybe it’s the angle, maybe it is just, after a long, dark winter, every sunny day is much appreciated and enjoyed.
I find myself looking for the first sprouts of spring flowers in the yard, for buds on the trees and for the ice to break up and leave the lake. Spring, spring, spring!!!
It is also the time of the year known in these parts as “Mud Season“. I hadn’t thought too much about that until yesterday when Fritz arrived back at the house from his morning walk-a-bout, literally covered in mud. There is nothing worse than a white dog covered in mud, unless said white dog is also large and hyperactive!
You all know that my house is sparkling clean. I was not about to let him in, so I filled up a bucket and went outside and washed him there. I didn’t yell, I didn’t swear (out loud anyway), I just cleaned him up, dried him off and came in and told Hubby that this is the last big dog we are having! I love him, but let’s face it, a dachshund you can toss in a bucket of water and clean up lickity split. Not so a German Shepherd!
So here is to spring, in all it’s muddy, sunny, wet glory!