Got that quote from , which is actually sad if you read the whole thing so don’t read the whole thing because IT’S SPRING! And it’s my first spring in ‘Murrica since 2008, the first spring in five years that I have a yard, and over the last week or so all the things in that yard have started to sprout into new green glory. I go out there earlier every morning just to see what has budded overnight, and every morning it’s more and more, and I’m discovering plants I didn’t even know we had because we moved in in early autumn.
I love it so deeply and so thoroughly that I get the same feeling, when I’m out there poking around the shrubs and inspecting the trees and the crepe myrtles, that some people get with the endorphins of good exercise or good food or whatever makes people feel that rush of joy. Those tiny little bits of bright green growth poking out all over the branches of our smallest Live Oak tree (low enough to the ground for me to be eye-level) are like actually seeing music.
But instead of taking pictures of all of that, I took pictures this morning of Primo and Firefly during their regular after-breakfast Backyard Spaz-Out Romp Time. The only bad thing in all of this is how I feel about making Primo wait this long for a playmate – he must have been so unbearably bored before Firefly, but he never pouted about that. He’s just enjoying the good times now, as dogs do.
It is amazing that dogs play like that and don’t injure each other. I’d love to know what’s in their lime-sized brains, telling them to hold back, don’t chomp down just apply teeth this much and no more. Once in a while one of them will yelp because it gets “too real”, which always makes the offending chomper cool out and even be a little submissive for a minute.
With these two particular dogs, it’s usually Firefly who gets too chompy and Primo has to correct her, and her way of apologizing is sometimes to go get a toy and bring it back to him for taunting purposes. Today she brought the red-bandana ball and he took it from her…
…then she brought the stuffed Christmas bear, dropped it near him, and sprinted away…
….then she brought a stick and dared him to come get it.
He was too tired to care.
Sorry about the snow some of you got in the last several days, by the way. Your spring is coming and you’ll probably love it even more than I’m loving mine even though you might not have delicious nachos with peppers on them. I don’t know where that came from.
Heh. Primo is probably thinking wistfully about the good ol’ days when he was the only dog. Hey, does he do better about being left without human companionship now that Firefly is there and he’s no longer
alone?
So it was sunny and 65 today after the freak snow shower yesterday, which confused the hell out of me, and made Tucker romp through mud and dirty water and then climb into bed with the Redhead and make his sheets smell like swamp!
It’s gorgeous! I want this weather all year! PLEEZ!
And my pig got groomed today, so he smells fresh, and the groomers at PetSmart adore him! They’ve been loving on him all night, because somehow they wound up calling the wrong family when he was ready, and he wound up hanging out with them all night, until I called demanding to know if they stole my dog! :)
Happy spring!
Tornado touched down in MN today.
Spring is officially in swing baby!
Crape myrtles are notoriously hard to murder. I once cut one off at the nub and covered it with four inches of soil. It came back the next year. I ended up having to dig two feet under my house to get it all out.
Hell, spring has officially been here for 11 days, and it feels more like summer than spring. It is 6:30 in the evening and it is 50 degrees, no big deal, right; but this is fucking Alaska! I have spent three days working in the yard, and doing stuff I normally don’t get to until June. God how I love glowbull worming. I hope it keeps up. I may not have to move south after all.
So I with you Rachel, god how I love good weather. Too bad the rains will have to come soon. But damn I am going to enjoy this.
Ugh. Spring keeps taunting us in SE Wisconsin. It was in the low 60’s today, but tomorrow will be down to the mid-40’s, the 30’s again for the rest of the week. Sigh. I don’t think summer will ever come.
Can’t WAIT to see the first pics of Firefly & Primo swimming! Love the blog–it brightens every day.
ComPLETEly off topic, but your ” ‘Murrica” reminded me: yesterday at the commissary I saw a spray painted Ford Ranger. The color was Army Greenish, and on the doors was stenciled “US” in black. Then I looked at the tailgate, and stenciled in black was ” ‘Merrica.” I LOLed heartly.
Yes, I’ve had several dogs in the neighborhood play acting as if they’re going to bite me. “Oh, she’s just joking around,” I was told. It wasn’t very funny the first time around, but indeed she was just joking around.
I feel the same way. Spring is my Prozac. I just wish I could find this kind of transcendence available in pill form so that I could take it year round.
Nachos need no reason
@Jenn:
It’s called mescaline. I might have my medications mixed up.
I to have a love of nachos, but mine are very specific and simple. I moved to Austin in the late 70’s and it was there that I found TexMex. Nachos for me were individually made and included; a chip, refried beans, a square of sharp cheddar and then as many jalapenos as I could cram into one bite. The spousal unit imbibed in sour cream, but that was it.
How do you build yours?
(Dang, I have to go home and build a mound of cheesy goodness).
Spring is truly wonderful. It’s warm enough to enjoy going outside without being so hot that it’s draining to go out. Dogs are fabulous. I love my Nemo. He is so cute.
@physics geek: Is this something that can be picked up at a pharmacy south of the border? IYKWIM
It’s raining. Chicago. Whaddaya gonna do?
Rachel,
Just north of you in Oklahoma, we’ve had an absolutely gorgeous few days, tulips are blooming! If I might make a suggestion, if your house is not brand new, wait a year before you start digging. Watch what comes up, where it comes up, and do you like it? Some idiots down the street moved in and dug up an entire fenceline of wisteria. It was winter. Did they wait to see what they had? Oh. Hell. no. Now it looks like shit.
My house belonged to my great aunt. A gardener YAY!! I have lilacs, tulips, hyacinths, peonies, roses, and a mock orange that smells like heaven!
@Jenn: Had a friend visit Tijuana once. He thought it was funny. Actual comment he heard:
“Hey, meester! Want to see my seester? She’s a virgin?”
::keeps walking::
“Hey, hot about my mother? She’s a virgin, too.”
I have no idea if it can be picked up as a side order with Montezuma’s Revenge, but you can let me know after you get back. ;-)