Where it’s beautiful

We finally have sunshine and it’s glorious.

I remember reading Firestarter by Stephen King and it talks about the expression on the heroine’s face after she’s been kept indoors for months and she finally sees the sunshine. The book goes on to say that prisoners who finally see the sun have that same expression.

I know exactly what that expression looks like.

I see it on every Canadian face on days like this. They walk around in a daze, amazed that this is real and they’re not dreaming.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s still cold. There’s still snow on the ground.

We don’t care.

The sunshine is a thing of beauty. It’s like gold from the sky. We haven’t seen it in over 4 months and we really, really like it.

Animals and people alike appear from where ever they were hibernating to come out in slow motion. Cautious; wondering if the miracle they see is real.

Spring is here.

Someone please shake me

It’s Spring here. It’s still subzero but there’s tons of sunshine and the snow is not piling in ever increasing mountains. More importantly, the temperature is not in the minus double digits. When you get used to minus 35, zero feels like a heat wave. Canadians every where are trading their snow boots for shorts.

Spring is time to clean up. When the snow starts to disappear, it leaves behind a ton of dirt on everything from roads to grass. The roads will be cleaned via rain thanks to Mother Nature. The grass needs a good raking but homes too need a good clean up. People everywhere start opening windows, dusting and cleaning their homes. Everyone is doing it. Even me. But I have a problem.

I not only crave cleanliness and sunshine and blooms. I crave puppies.

I’d like to say that my hubby will keep me from getting one more pooch but he’s a therapist and a big believer in ‘validation’. (Side note: Validation is a therapy process by which you tell the other person how they make sense, even when they’re a little old lady who wants to get a puce mohawk). Odds are, he’ll encourage me to get not only one but two puppies.

So? Allow me to explain.

One dog is work. Two is a pack. Three is insanity.

Someone once said that when you have a couple of dogs, getting another isn’t any extra work. They were lying. It’s extra work. Exponentially more extra work.

Plus, we’re selling our house. A house that smells of eau a la pooch does not sell well.

All these reasons make sense and I remember them clearly now. But then I see a puppy and ….Aww

Those reasons are gone. Poof! Disappeared.

I need help.

A funny sort of Spring

We’re getting snow. I kid you not. It’s snowing outside and I have the pictures to prove it.

Mother Nature has lost her pretty, little mind. Either that or she has forgotten that it’s April and by all rights we should be having nice weather.

We should have known. After the worse winter in years, the last five days or so have been warm days with temperatures on the plus side. Delighted, we started to shed layers. The sun was getting into the act as well and shining like he meant it. The banks of snow started to shrink and the birds were singing. Spring was in the air and in everyone’s mind. When I saw a few blades of green grass, I almost cried for joy.

The akitas started panting and ran outside to hug the remaining snow.

Then today, we woke up to this.

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Obviously, Mother Nature thinks snow is the new black.

The akitas think this is the bomb. Having found the Land of Perpetual Winter, they’re running outside in mad circles celebrating.

I beg to differ.