Well, I never . . .
. . . have ever seen spring so early in Minneapolis!
I've always marveled at how trees up here can sprout leaves from the middle of May, start turning colors in October, have shed their leaves before November, and continue to survive year after year. But they do--and our flash of green is always glorious.
But lilac buds and nearly leafed out trees in April? It's astonishing.
On the way to work yesterday, my bus got sick, belched white smoke, and passed out -- in a lovely part of town. I had my little point and shoot at the ready and snapped away until the next bus arrived.
The oaks, as always, are taking their time
It's been a while since I posted pictures of my sweet Ginsberg.
[This would be a good time to stop reading if you don't wish to hear one more blogger carry on about a puppy . . . wink, wink, Suldog]
Closing in on 4 months soon, he's been through a rough spell with a tummy that has played host to all sorts of unpleasant critters. I won't go into the the details. Suffice it to say he got a bit skinny there for a while.
But today he had a nice, um, solid day, even alerting me to nature's call. So to celebrate, off to the dog park we whisked him.
"Who's afraid of the big Great Dane? Not I," said the stalking pup.
"On second thought, maybe I should play with someone my own size."
"Or practice making cat shadows"
Oh, and Mr. B's new favorite phrase: "RELEASE THE KRAKEN!" After which we unlatch the crate and out spills one fine Alaskan Husky . . .
. . . who isn't a monster at all, but a canine of the Contemplative Order . . .
. . . for whom no stick is too is a match!
May your spring be full of astonishment and joy!