Sunday, March 27, 2016


We are awaiting the absence of dog sweaters and the presence of flowers. The snow is mostly melted, with small piles in corners of parking lots and in the shade of houses.

Soon, our yard will look like this:

And I will forget the times this winter that felt like getting through it was like this:

I am glad when I get home from work and it's still light out. How I forget each year--yes, the sun comes back.

And then we will have this, soaking up the heat, so much that she will have to shift into the shade:

Saturday, March 19, 2016

It's been a quiet winter

I don't have a lot of words to add. I am just glad to have had the comfort of her close by.