All the shots here are from this morning circa 6:30 am– right now it’s going on 4pm and it feels like there are a million miles between those two times. And, as much as I would love to be boarding a plane to somewhere dreamy– tomorrow morning at 6:30 am I fly to Ohio for my niece’s college graduation.
No offense, Ohio– but you’re not really passport-worthy, you know?
One thing about my dogs– they get really excited when there’s snow. Of course, they’re dogs– so they also get really excited when there’s rain, mud, dry leaves, or turkey poop– basically, if the activity involves a walk, they are all in, but I kind of wish they could share in my excitement for fresh green grass and all the wild smells of Spring, alas– it’s all the same to them; they are pretty much happy every day.
Dogs are not moody– not even spoiled and needy dogs.
Sure, they may exhibit a certain “begging” manner for attention or food–(well, not yours, of course, but mine were raised by wolves) but they don’t have moods. Or, rather– they have one mood– every day, no matter the weather, whatever the season: happy.
My apologies for this overload of photographs and half-baked ramble of a post– I really have so many things I want to say and share, but mostly, I want you to be wrapped in beauty– the beauty of an early May morning where the light blasts through new leaves and makes everything gossamer.