Sunday Morning, Coming Spring
It's a not-so early morning at our
house, with the animals having unaccountably letting us sleep in. Tosh and I
head out for his morning ablutions, past the planters of ill-named pansies
trembling in the breeze. Was there ever a hardier little flower, less deserving
of the scathing nickname associations synonymous with
"weak"?
Tosh is more
interested in smells and sights than conducting business, and I stand slightly
dazed from sleep, watching him nose around from smell to smell. I wonder if he
knows yet about his late best friend, the departed sheltie La La (lost to
bladder cancer and we humans already miss the sweet, patient, puppy-faced elder
dog).
As Tosh noses the
ground, a common sight for this time of year erupts overhead. Two male
cardinals blast out of a nearby tree. The pursuing victor returns to its bare
branches. The other swoops to a conifer close by, cheeping fiercely at his
scarlet twin. From the side, a female cardinal flits into the thick branches of
the evergreen. It is not clear that the "loser" has seen her, so focused on his
rival.
Posted: Sunday - March 26, 2006 at 08:07 AM
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