Monique and I took advantage of the move to Daylight Savings Time and had quite a nice walk with Katie the Beagle when I got home from work today. It was really quite lively outside. We saw several others dogs out for walks, somebody riding a bicycle, and one enthusiastic front-yard soccer game. Plus, Katie found something stinky to roll in, so a good time was had by all.
It's funny how so much of human perception is relative. In this case, "a nice evening for a walk" could be technically defined as "overcast and 42 degrees Fahrenheit." But the point is that it was above freezing and no form of water -- frozen or otherwise -- was falling on our heads. And everybody was enjoying the respite from the long Michigan winter. In another two months we'll be bitter about an evening like that.
I'm starting to really believe that taking those last two weeks of February was near-perfect timing in terms of getting the heck out of the frozen wasteland. We're still on the Winter side of St. Paddy's Day, so I won't get too giddy. But Spring really does seem to be edging its way closer. I reckon I'd better prune the peach trees this weekend before the sap really starts to run.
Hmmn, "prune the peach trees." Now there's an English-language phrase for ya.
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You know, for a guy who calls himself a "beer-swillin' poet" you sure don't include a lot of poems in your blog.
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... or more beer-swillin', perhaps. I have been rather negligent on both accounts lately.
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