The Dog Days of March

Can I get a holy hallelujah high-five for the fact it was 70 degrees today? This is huge. Last year it was cold until June. As you can imagine much of the day was spent outside and my nose freckles, or dirt smudge as I call them, have started their migration to the surface of my skin. I wear sunscreen every day but somehow they still come out—mysteries. Another mystery is how towels dried outside smell so darn good all of the time.

Besides having plenty of vitamin D soak into my skin today and warm my bones up, I took the dogs out into the field to play while Andy worked on my car.

He originally was going to replace my thermostat since I’ve had no heat almost all winter in my car…then he found out I have an exhaust leak…then he found out I have a leak in my header gasket. Which is very bad news, but if anyone can fix it without it costing a fortune it’s the hubs-a-baloo. Total faith & trust.

Now I could have made this post about fixing the car but I can’t bear to show photos of oil mixed with water because I’m trying to ignore the fact that it seems I wasn’t too far off from experiencing white smoke rolling out from under my hood. Cross your fingers it can be fixed. A new car is not in the plan. At least, it’s not in our plan. It might be in God’s plan. It’s often the case that our plans coincide, but every now and again a loop is thrown in there just to remind me I’m not in charge.

Winnie & Primrose however had total faith and trust in playing ball and a cold muddy puddle to keep them cool. I maintain the following photo proves that dogs can smile. Just look at Winnie’s face.

That, my friends, is a happy dog. Primrose also looks like she’s jovial most of the time. I’m not sure a better word describes her.

When Winnie is interested in what you’re doing and wants it, she gives you this face. I could have been holding a ball, or bacon. You have to build up a tolerance to those big round “please” lab eyes.

When Winnie gets serious about play, (she is a bred hunting dog after all) she lowers her entire body to the ground and stares at you, ready to run at top speed at a moments notice.

And Primrose? Well, she’s just cute. Don’t let her fool you though, she will attempt to steal anything Winnie is playing with by running full tackle into her—and then promptly drops whatever it was about 6 feet from you…

…and stares at you. Now, she knows how to bring it right to you. But she won’t 8 out of 10 times. I have yet to figure out why, but sometimes she gets this huge grin on her face and then hops around a little and then play-bows.

I’m pretty sure she’s intentionally messing with me.

I love these two clowns.

Time to wake these two up from their naps and go spray all that mud off.

xo,

Heather

I Found Spring. Sorry Guys, I Had It The Whole Time.

The days are slowly getting warmer around here, and this is a very good sign. Now, let me be clear this is all relative. This weather:

Often happily leads me to do this with my jacket:

And then walk around doing yard work in my tank top and carhartts. In March. In 50 degree weather.

I think it must be true those in generally colder climates have thicker blood. 53 to me is warm after a cool winter, and if it ever hits 85 I am generally useless. This is partially because we live in a humid climate and 85 rarely feels dry, and partially because if that much warmth hits my body I tend to become extremely lethargic and want to do nothing but sleep—in the sun—in my skivies, which I cannot do because I have neighbors, and because I would be far to sleepy to even get down to my skivies.

Cool weather like this though gets me going. It’s refreshing, it’s invigorating. You want to know what’s also refreshing and invigorating? Seeing spring happen.

I cleaned up some leafs and fallen branches from this dirt pile today, where we planted some heirloom annuals.

Do you know what I found?

SPRING. I FOUND SPRING!

If any of you have been looking for it, I had it the whole time under a pile of leaves. I hate when I misplace stuff like that.

Just a week or two ago my world looked like this.

And now this exists. A perfect, little purple flower. The flower shoots were enough to make me reel with delight, but to find a tiny little flower made my heart jump like a five year old on Christmas. Spring makes me feel like I’ve been holding my breath all winter, and when I see something like this I can finally let a big big sigh out. Then again, I always let a big big sigh of happiness out when I see the first snow.

I think I just love season changes, and those moments when you can pinpoint each year when mother nature is making her change. I am not sure I couldn live where there weren’t four distinct seasons. It’s all throughout my thick New Englander blood.

Even Mr. A, the work ox that he is, took a minute to soak it all in after welding part of the door on our barn and fixing a frost heave issue.

After playing a little bit, the dogs found their favorite in-yard “swimming holes” were filled with perfectly cool melted snow.

And now we have two very muddy dogs, taking very muddy naps, doing very funny muddy dog dream things, in our house. I used to wash the floor all the time and make sure the dogs were completely washed off. Now I don’t care. I would be doing this approximately 5 times a day if I still felt like trying to keep up with Mud Season. I think it was God’s way of telling me to relax.

Then again, these are his way of telling me in a matter of months I’ll be napping in the sun in the hammock.

I can’t wait.

Happy Spring (almost),

Heather

 

This Just In

It’s extremely vital you know what it looks like around here when it snows. Specifically the snow from yesterday morning, because it is entirely different than snow from another morning which will be just as imperative to post about.  This is clearly news worthy information people, and who am I to deny you?  This has absolutely nothing to do with me being camera happy, so here are a few vital points.

(1) Do you recognize this?

This is the orchard, which was entirely clear of snow on January 1st, which I posted about here. I think it’s much prettier covered in snow. Remind me I said that when it’s May and everything is green and I tell you that it’s much prettier in bloom and all green than in snow.

(2) I love how the sun coming over the hill makes the entire road glow.

Yes, I looked both ways before I stood in the middle of the road to take photos. That makes it safe.

(3) Winnie is a huge fan of the snow. Granted, Winnie is a huge fan of most everything, but I think the snow is at the top of the list along with cookies, swimming, sticks and her blanket.

See?

I laughed when she laid down to cool off after terrorizing Primrose by running circles around her—the snow was level with her back. This is her partially propped up on her front legs. Other things Winnie likes to do in the snow:

  • Play snow ball
  • Run like a maniac
  • Eat snow
  • Run like a maniac
  • Roll in it (she likes to roll in everything)
  • Lay in and bury herself
  • Dig. She is not allowed to dig in the yard and she knows it, but the second she sees that first big snow bank she becomes a digging machine. I’m pretty sure a digging machine is technically called a back hoe, excavator or front loader but I’ll stick with general “digging machine”.

Don’t you feel better now for knowing all of that about my dog?

(4) Once the sun comes up and hits the other side of the field, it turns everything bright blue. I love how pretty and clear the sky gets after a big huge snow. It happens pretty often and is a stark contrast to the gray sky while it’s snowing (which is happening again right now).

(5) I was once asked why we don’t hang our laundry out all year round. I hope this photo answers that question.

(6) After all the snow romping (later last night) warming up by the wood stove with Winnie sitting between my legs, something she has done since she was a puppy, is my favorite. She kept staring into the kitchen, over my thigh, at my brother in law prepping dinner and I told her not to beg. Winnie would like you to know she is extremely clever by looking under my leg instead.

If you ever need anymore vital information just check back here. I am sure to have it for you. You can thank me later for enlightening your day in the most intellectual way.

Much Love,

Heather