â–¶ First day to not start a fire first thing in the morning, with the hope that by noon, it will be COOLER inside than out.
â–¶ First day to notice the highest maple branches—just a few–are showing red leaf or flower buds. Soon, the hillside will be at least as colorful as the peak of autumn, but with the light shining through translucent leaves the size of mouse ears.
â–¶ First day for Gandy to go–on purpose at least–into the deepest pools with the anticipation of cooling off. And when she comes out, you can almost hear her holler YEEE HAAAAAAA! as she runs slalom between witch-hazel and spicebush copses along the old fieldrock wall that traces the margins of Nameless Creek.
â–¶ First day I worked outside in a short sleeve shirt and thought “these wool socks go upstairs and my tennis socks are coming down!”
â–¶ First day I thought it was time to bring down from the attic the windshield visor to keep the car from getting too hot. Travel with the dog will actually be harder in summer. Winter, I could come back and run the heat a few minutes to buy another hour of mid-day meeting. Doing the same with the air conditioner won’t cut it since the windows will have to stay cracked. But…
â–¶ First day Gandy has CHOSEN to get in her pen (chainlink-enclosed concrete pad that adjoins the shed behind the house.) Tsuga used to love being there where he could see and smell the world so much better than from inside. Gandy is most definitely an OUTSIDE dog, by her preference. So when I leave for my meeting, she goes to her alfresco housing.
â–¶ First day I have completely enjoyed being with the dog, and it seems to be mutual. I’m even okay with her piling up onto “my” love seat for a nap where I hope to be in an hour, after trudging through a bit more of my least favorite warm spring day routine: the preparation of the taxes for Goose Creek Press. Gotta take the bad with the good. Lots of good today. Lots.
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Oh, I’m so glad you were able to hold out for her to grow up a bit.
My morning was spent in the rocking chair on the back porch listening to the crickets of the night become the birds of the dawn. Dress code…Running shorts and tank top…No shoes (so no socks).
The weather prognosticators are threatening us with highs in the 80’s all week.
I remember my spring trip in our RV through the Appalachians, with the budding trees creating as many different colors as autumn leaves. They were softer, more pastel, but just as beautiful. I had not noticed this when I was growing up in Tennessee, so it was a total, delightful surprise to me.
So glad to hear that Gandy is turning in to a total delight!!
Gandy is truly fortunate to have found the home she has.