Springward bound

A strange spring. Maybe every spring is a strange spring. Unpredictable. At the end of March it felt like winter had abandoned us. Good riddance. The birds were chirping; it was hot. Most of the snow melted. Then it was cold again and it snowed. This morning it was well below freezing. What's going on? Did we miss summer? Frustrated and anxious. Tired of winter. Nature was playing games with us.

Then, tonight, I went skijoring with our neighbor's dogs. Remembered why I like winter. Calm, quiet, beautiful light in the trees, fresh soft snow. Peaceful. The dogs pulled hard, really hard, and ran gracefully. At one intersection they went left, I went right. Disaster narrowly avoided. One dog flew into a tree. Oops. We recovered and continued on. Took a narrow trail through the trees. Bad idea. Stupid dogs got wrapped up in the trees. Finally made it through.

A great way to end a stressful week at work. How long until we have our own dogs?