The Late Arrival
“Places, everyone! PLACES!!! The curtain should have been up and the show underway by now but our star has arrived late! Spring, get your sorry self to center stage because we need to get this show on the road!!!”
Well. The latest news in the world of the parent of the half boxer, half shepherd puppy named Diesel is this: He was brought to me late last night because my husband didn’t want to listen to him crying in his crate. So Diesel spent the night with me, which made us both happy since for the last few nights I had been getting up in the middle of the night and surreptitiously (or so I thought) getting him out of his “room” anyway. Why, you might ask? Well, because I didn’t have the heart not to when I knew perfectly well he could see me on my way to and from the facilities and I have trouble walking away from a crying baby – even one with four legs. Lest we forget, ladies and gentlemen, Mama is a sap. Also, I was very proud of him because I only had to get up to take him out once and that was at 6:30 this morning, which I didn’t mind because for once, I wasn’t cold standing outside in my pj’s.
Spring may have technically sprung but here in our little corner of the world that is the northern panhandle of West Virginia, we are only just beginning to experience seeing a little green. Leaves are budding in a hurry, eager to stretch new fingers to bask in the warming sun and I am eager to spend my first day “playing in the dirt” – a phrase I use to describe gardening – one of my very favorite things to do.
Speaking of things to do, now that it’s finally, really spring, there is a list about a mile long of spring cleaning, washing, yard work, repair work (both outside and inside) and that’s before I get to the “fun” work – things I actually want to do. Things like turning an old closet into a built-in bookshelf, repainting the living room, replacing an old and squeaky ceiling fan with something new…stuff like that.
But I’m not complaining. Better late than never. My forsythia is in bloom and the lilacs are budding and for the first time in years, a few of my daffodils survived the nibbling bunnies. At one time, I did have a beautiful row of deep red tulips there as well. But those spring beauties are a thing of the past thanks to the marauding deer who have in previous years been cheeky enough to sidle right up alongside the front of my house to snatch every last one of them. I’m still seething over that. I used to see Bambi in every deer that was hunted down as a kid. Now I want venison every time I picture them saying, “Thanks for the salad, lady!”
What just happened?!
Where was I… Ah, yes, not complaining. Anyway… I can hear frogs in the pond at night as well as crickets, two of my favorite sounds, and the bulbs I planted last year are coming up. I even saw a bud on one already. Hooray for SPRING!!!
Well, that’s it for now. I’m going outside.
…Rotten deer…
