A Beautiful Morning

originally posted on iWeb
Friday, March 28, 2008

Another three inches of fluffiness was waiting to greet the dawn. No doubt moving us up even further in the top ten snowiest. Budding branches wrapped in white against a blue sky. Just lovely.

After I shoveled the sidewalk, again, we took an hour to play outside, the three dogs and I. What else can you do? With a day like this, who needs to plant?

Planting may not be advisable with Lucy around, anyway. Lucy is a dog’s dog. Well known as a lover of sticks, she has recently taken to the remains of an old Christmas tree. The needled branches are used to mulch the acid-loving perennials. The old trunk is left behind, waiting to be chopped up for yule logs. Odds are it won’t make it to the firebox. I hadn’t foreseen the new puppy, or that she would claim it as her own.

But she has other tricks that will probably prevent any attempts to spruce up the garden. Dog’s dog Lucy is a digger. So far this winter she had dug up many of the dead annuals we had left out for the birds. She also managed to dig out an old steel fence post. She has even taken to the bricks that edge the walk to the back door. Her deceptively “soft” mouth is strong enough to lift the bricks out of the frozen ground.

All these prizes become her playthings, including the bricks, which she proudly grips with her dainty jaws while running around the yard. Her act is cute now, but if she starts eyeing the good plants, I may have to find a cute little muzzle.


Not that I have anything to worry about today. All the investments are safely dormant under the fresh blanket. Maybe Lucy will lost interest in the beds once Spring arrives. Hope IS eternal. 


--David