Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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It’s Saturday morning…

When Katie and I went to bed last night I told here there was no doggie school or work this morning, so we could sleep in.  No need to get me up by 6, she could relax her guard.  So why was I not surprised at 6:11 this morning to wake up to this:

HI MAMA!

HI MAMA!

I guess eleven more minutes of sleep is better than nothing.  She’s wound up like a clock though, spinning and barking and wanting wanting wanting.

We went outside to explore the garden.  There were freeze warnings last night so I had covered up the plants that are trying to bloom on time this spring.

We put the plants to bed last night!

We put the plants to bed last night!

Yesterday evening before we covered everything up I took a picture of the tree peony just beginning to bloom.  In case it didn’t survive the cold.

Summer begins!

Summer begins!

It survived.  I’m glad, it’s in bloom for such a short time I wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

On our evening walk around the yard I noticed how beautiful the light was making everything.

Last light on the redbud.

Last light on the redbud.

Even the giant oak tree in the neighbor’s yard was beautiful in the evening, bright green leaves against the pure aqua sky.

New leaves shine.

New leaves shine.

But this morning Katie and I will be concentrating not on sits and stays but on moving this:

Compost mulch smells stinky good Mama!

Compost mulch smells stinky good Mama!

Good thing she got me up early.

Hey MAMA!

I’m hungry!


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Rethinking the whole May thing

I take back every nice thing I said about May.  Apparently I should have been weeding our gardens earlier.  Last year we got the perennial bed reorganized and cleaned out…but we ran out of time before we put down mulch.  Turns out we created a perfect spot for a prairie.

Grass overruns the garden

Grass overruns the garden

So I spent most of Saturday and Sunday in this and other flower beds removing weeds and grass.  By hand.  I think I have aggravated carpel tunnel from pulling weeds but this job has no workman’s comp.  My legs feel like I’ve run a very long race and my back is that of a person twice my age.  Oh.  Wait.  I guess you can’t really ever get to be twice my age.  But you know what I mean.

Not perfect.  But better.

Not perfect. But better.

After many hours of hard labor I got most of it cleaned up.  Katie was a big help.  Couldn’t have done it without her.

Dogervising my Mama.

Dogervising my Mama.

Yea.  I’m kidding.

What you talkin' bout Mama?

What you talkin’ bout Mama?


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Snowing. Again.

It snowed today.  Again.  Snow doesn’t seem to mind that it’s the end of April or that we’re all beyond tired of the cold wet stuff.  That we don’t think it’s pretty anymore and no one is excited when they notice snow flakes from our office windows.

Pretty - right?!

Pretty – right?!

No this wasn’t today.  This was April 6, 2009.  Just to put today into perspective.

Still, wouldn’t it be fun to wear flip flops and walk in sunshine?

Maybe sometime soon.

Memories...

Memories…


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Sunshine on my shoulders!

Welcome to my park!

Welcome to my park!

Katie here!  Guess what?  The sun came out today and I got to go to my park.  Hey!  Do you think there is a correlation?   Mama said “Hey Katie!  It’s nice outside, do you want to go to the PARK?”  Well of course I did…so I got all jumpy and excited and barkey and she could hardly get me into the car.  Then I barked all the way there.  I was telling her to hurry up!

No one was at the park except a couple of little league teams.  They were all busy playing ball so we had the rest of the park to ourselves.

Play ball!

Play ball!

We were almost at the back of the park when I heard a loud noise and the earth started shaking.  Mama said it was a train, but I think it was a really really big car!  It has never been back there when we’ve been at my park before.  I stood stock still and watched it go by.

That's a BIG car!

That’s a BIG car!

When Mama asked me if I wanted to get closer I sat down.  No way!  I’ll wait right here Mama!

I'll wait right here.

I’ll wait right here.

After the big car was gone I was quite happy to continue our walk.  We came to the only wet spot on our walk and Mama walked right by it on the edge.  I stopped.  Mama got on the other side and looked back and called me.  No way!  She forgets all the time that I’m  a princess.  Princesses do not get their feet wet.  I made her come back and carry me over.  You’d think she’d have thought of that first.  Geeze.

Are your feet wet Mama?

Are your feet wet Mama?

Anyway, I had a great time and wish my Mama was home all the time to take me to the park every day.  Oh wait.  I forgot.  Mama brought ‘treats’ because she wanted to work on our heeling.  She brought dry dog food!  Can you believe that?  I came and sat once when she asked me and she gave me a piece.  I was disgusted and spit it out.  Honestly.  Sometimes she is not very smart.  If she had brought chicken I’m sure I would have run through that puddle.

Mama’s got a lot of learning to do.

Come ON Mama!

Come ON Mama!


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The colors of our world

Karma has challenged us once again.  This time she wonders what colors we are drawn to.  I love all color so it’s going to be hard to choose.  Plus I like to find new photos for Karma’s challenges…and currently the world in Michigan is pretty much grey and brown.

Hmmm…wonder what I’ll end up doing.  It’s not due till the 28th so there’s lots of time!  There is time for you to share the colors of your world too!

Say….what colors do you see in the clouds floating overhead today?

Sunshine arrives.  Finally.

Sunshine arrives. Finally.

Maybe there really is some color out there besides gray and brown.


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Attack of the robins!

Gotta watch out for crazy birds!

Gotta watch out for crazy birds!

Katie and I were outside this morning, just as the sun was coming up.  She was sniffing around looking for the perfect place when from across the street two robins flew up from the lawn, flapping their wings and screeching at each other.  Up and down they flew, chest against chest, then they began chasing each other in larger and larger circles still screeching.   Soon other robins entered the fray, and they all began swooping and diving in a frantic dance.  The swarm of robins burst across the road, diving around our heads, then spun around a tree, then flew back across the road where they all dissipated, each to a separate tree except for two who ended up on the lawn where it all began.

Katie and I looked at each other.  “Well that was weird” I said.   She nodded and finished up what we were out there to do.   We headed inside for breakfast.

Morning peace was restored.


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It’s raining here

Three killdeer

Three killdeer

I feel like I’ve moved to the Pacific Northwest.  It’s raining here.  Every day we wake up to 35 degrees (1.6 C) and mist.  Or 35 degrees and rain.   It rains off and on all day and all night.  We haven’t seen the sun in so long I’ve forgotten what it looks like.  I have faint memories of walks in the park under a warm sun, but my most recent memories of the park are walking through slush in my winter coat, wearing gloves and telling Katie to hurry up!

Today it’s overcast and 35 degrees.  The week long forecast holds a little hope of warmer temperatures but looks like rain every day.  I guess we can dream.  I have an adventure brewing that would be nicer if the temperatures were above freezing.   And if it doesn’t rain on me that would be extra special.  On the other hand all this rain could be snow, like my friends up north are experiencing. And Duluth Minnesota just got 7 inches of snow with more coming tomorrow.

Maybe I’ll just sit down and be quiet.


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I heard the red-winged sing

Daffy Daffodils

Daffy Daffodils

The weather guy forecasts more cold days, maybe even some snow for the coming week.  But I’m not discouraged.  We were momentarily in the 50’sF (10 C) on Friday and again today.  We saw a tiny bit of sun.  And repeatedly I’ve heard and seen the sand hill crane screeching across the sky.

But today I heard the red-winged blackbird sing which is proof positive that it is spring regardless of the weather guy’s prediction.  On a quick tour of the yard Katie and I found even more evidence; little bits of green poking their heads cautiously out of the mulch.

Sedum hides beneath the fall leaves.

Sedum hides beneath the fall leaves.

Brave little souls aren’t they.

Poppies poke nervously toward summer.

Poppies poke nervously toward summer.

Katie and I went looking for the snowdrops we know come up behind the house, and there they were!  Fewer this year but still blooming their little hearts out for us.

It's springtime in their hearts.

It’s springtime in their hearts.

And the clincher that it must be spring?

Almost got him!

Almost got him!

Katie chased her season’s first chipmunk up the drainpipe.

Yep, we’ll probably be roasting hotdogs on the grill any day now.

Geranium greets spring.

Geranium greets spring.


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Finding spring in Columbus

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis past weekend I spent a delightful evening at Ohio’s Columbus  Symphony which worked in tandem with the BalletMet to celebrate spring.  I can tell you first hand it was worth the four hour drive.

The first half of the concert was filled with Debussy and Ravel.  The haunting and gentle flute solo of Debussy’s Syrink with its low soft notes was  played beautifully by a musician standing in a theater box above the main floor.  It was a perfect introduction to the night’s emotional music and a backdrop to the slow sensual dancing of two members of the ballet.

Debussy’s Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun followed immediately and continued the low but lush theme.  As the music grew you could almost see the green shoots emerging from the damp earth, you could smell the hint of rain and see the buds on the trees swell.  Soon I could imagine all sorts of birds, some walking along the shore, others soaring over head accompanied by the undertones of bull frogs among the reeds and, yes, the fawn frolicking in the afternoon sun.

The first half of the concert concluded with Ravel’s Rapsodie Espagnole.    Influenced by Spain, the first three movements felt as soft and wonderous as the preceding pieces and I was still imaging that pond full of wildlife, though sometimes the frogs were sounding  less Midwestern as the Spanish rhythms became more apparent.  The fourth movement finally provided all the expected fire of a Spanish dance and was brought to full realization by members of the ballet.

At the conclusion of the first half, just before the applause began, you could hear a collective sigh from the audience.   The symphony and the ballet had held us all spellbound.

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Igor Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring:  Pictures of Pagan Russia in Two Parts filled the second half of the performance; Part I, The Adoration of the Earth and Part II, The Sacrifice revolve around villagers dancing in celebration of spring.  The group dancing during these pieces was spectacular and engaging.  And of course I especially enjoyed the clarinet work.  Of all the pieces played that evening, this piece had the biggest sound, the most intense feeling, the fastest movement.  It was as if we were all moving through spring, and bursting out into summer on the other side.

Of course there was a long standing ovation.  As soloists, both dancers and musicians, were recognized the crowd continued to applaud.  And we were all smiling.  Because for a couple of hours we  experienced the touch of spring.   No matter that more snow was forecast, that the temperatures were frigid and the winds blowing.  For those moments inside a packed concert hall we stretched toward the sun and felt the warm breeze on our faces.  We witnessed joy.

And in the days ahead as we shovel the heavy spring snow and bundle up against cruel temperatures we can remember the soft beautiful music of green sprouts unfurling, of birds soaring overhead and fawns playing in the sun, of dancers celebrating.  We were lucky to be touched by a bit of spring this past weekend, thanks to the artists in Columbus.

And that will help us make it through these last weeks of cold.

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