My dog woke me early this morning with a wet nose to my own. Struggling to raise my sleepy head, I lifted a lid. Two round eyes, the color of coal smiled while shaking a wagging tail that matched his coat. Fluffy and white, like cotton, he reminded me of a miniature snowman, the size a toddler would roll around.
When it’s freezing outside, my dog barely drags himself off the bed. Like humans in early morn, he’s not in a hurry to disturb his restful slumber of warmth and wonder. Yet, something was different today. I could tell by the way he acted. My “Doodle” dog ran all around, jumping up and down. He was excited to go for a walk. “Get dressed,” he barked.
Within minutes we were both outside strolling down an icy street under a sky of blazing sun. It felt almost balmy. In the high 20’s, I think. Ice cycles hung in swirling shapes like I remember licking as a child. They dripped slowly from eves of houses onto driveways making puddles….plop…..plop….plop.
Walking around the bend, past woods and our little forest land, I looked to see if my “deer friends” were eating breakfast yet. I didn’t see them. Surely they were hidden deep within, near barren trees or piles of dampened leaves. In a few months fawns would be born. Last summer a doe gave birth under a pine tree in my back yard. It was God’s miracle there for me to see.
Doodles was thrilled to be out and about. He’d been cooped up for days. Perhaps he had a bit of “Cabin Fever” nudging him? I realized that in spite of the ice on the road and the cold temperatures of late, the calendar did say, “March.” Even grasses were turning green under snows left over from the weekend storm. Spring was about to be sprung.
It was early in the morning and all was quiet except the noises of nature. I haven’t heard them for many months or more. Our winter has been never-ending. Today, creatures were up and awake. Little ones to be sure, but still I heard them everywhere. Songs and sounds of different birds, singing to each other from penthouse suites of skyscraper trees.
Melodies played like symphonies. The musical timing was perfect of my feathered friends, taking turns with their triumphant tunes. When one lyric floated away, a ballad began to play. What a beautiful beginning to my day!
The excitement of my dog made perfect sense to me. Somewhere inside his fluffy white dog body, he sensed that spring was in the air. Birds were singing songs in trees, grasses were growing greener under barely-there piles of snow, and deer were waiting to give birth in a couple of months or more
Ice cycles were melting for the last of winter’s year. At least, we’re hoping so!