Amid the Trumpisms abroad, the budget from the Alberta legislature, and the dismal world situation, in my little corner, things are looking up. It's +6 and windy but the sun is bright. Water is laying around in the streets and in the backyard. It won't be for long; we didn't have much snow.
For me, there's nothing quite like running water to evoke spring. There was a trickle down the road and if you look closely, you can see that it's coming from farther up than it looks at first glance. When I was a kid, the spring run-off, created the "crick" that ran as the snow melted. I can't even guess how many hours my brother and I spent in rubber boots (which the water had, of course, overflowed into) trying to dam that water (we never did), wading through it, and gazing at the grass and other vegetation waving with the current. Dogs, of course, don't care and to the left they are both entranced by something on the ground recently released from the snow. It could be a gopher track?? a chipmunk? On the other hand, knowing my dogs, it's likely excrement of some kind.
This would be Patch. She's thirteen and feeling her age. However, she loves the water and even though it was likely the same temperature as glacial run-off, she had to try it. On the way back, I did notice she took the high ground. Overhead there was a single Canada goose, honking plaintively. Had he already lost his mate? Had she dumped him? He flew past, high in the air, at least twice.
The hills are all but bare. They do face south and didn't have a heavy snow cover. There might be snow this evening according to the resident weather nut. I'm not listening. It was great out today and even in the car, it seemed springlike. Nothing like the smell of muddy, wet dog.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.