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March 31, 2012

Marching Along

Filed under: Musings — Joanne @ 1:53 pm
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     In like a lion, out like a lamb?  Not this thirty-first day of March.  At least, not here in Nevada City.  Pine giants towering upwards of 100 feet high, buffeted by wind gusts, waggle like scolding fingers.  Rain attacks the skylights, sending percussion waves rolling through the house.   My bright orange California poppy flag, sodden, strikes a vulture’s pose.

     And yet, the resident black lab sees no reason to forego her morning constitutional.  She waits by the door, vocalizing in guttural tones, reminding us dawn broke many hours ago. 

    “Can’t you see,” her gaze conveys, “what a great adventure awaits?”

     Tree frogs in the front yard echo her enthusiasm. 

     Somewhere, mallards bob their heads in agreement.  A great day to be outside!  Come, join us. 

     Ken dons his rain gear and boots.  My turn will come soon enough this afternoon.  Shadow paws at the door in anticipation.  They head out, leaving me with my steaming cocoa.  We will each enjoy the much-needed storm in our own way.

    Streaming water curtains the windows, blurring everything beyond.  I close my eyes, imagining the creatures hunkered down nearby:  robins who just yesterday flirted with one another in the bright sunshine; patient does, awaiting the imminent birth of their fawns; coyotes and bobcats, alert in their dens. 

     The furnace cycles on, masking all natural sounds.  I am at once grateful for the warmth and annoyed with the interruption in the rain’s stereophonic symphony.  A gauge on the deck tells me the temperature has plummeted ten degrees in three hours.  The staccato beat of raindrops may soon give way to the shroud-like silence of snow.

     Cedar branches choreograph an energetic Latin routine, swishing this-way-and-that, up-and-down, like the delicate skirts of flamenco dancers.  The copper and brass weather vane keeps time to their inferred music, magnifying and reflecting the day’s dull light as it swings.   Daffodils bow low, hiding their faces from the onslaught.

    One sharp bark announces Shadow’s return from the wilds.  Her breath fogs the glass door and I hurry out to dry her.   Toweling-off is a game in itself.  I cover her head, rubbing muzzle, neck and ears.  Her tail thumps against my leg.  Which is better — going away or returning home?  Ken and Shadow both shake, he out of his raincoat, she out of  her coat of rain.  Boots are shed, paws are wiped.  An invigorating wind blows us all back inside.  

     There are many things I could be doing today.  Housework.  Paperwork.  Laundry.  Instead, I’m inclined to enjoy the present.  There’s a book I’ve been meaning to read.  The fireplace beckons.  Cozy in a soft blanket on a stormy day.  I count my blessings.

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6 Comments »

  1. As always, I am there with you. I feel the splatter of Shadow’s shaking morning rain from her coat, stare through the shroud of mystery and possibility (once a window), and settle in for chocolate and a long read.
    Lovely, Joanne.

    Comment by Jean Georgakopoulos — March 31, 2012 @ 2:46 pm | Reply

  2. Ah yes… hunkered down with a book. That’s the kind of day it is!

    Comment by Chris Pedersen — March 31, 2012 @ 5:08 pm | Reply

  3. Wonderful! Shadow reminds me of John Muir, Joanne. Liz

    Comment by lizbooks — April 1, 2012 @ 9:36 am | Reply

    • Maybe we should have named her “Stickeen!”
      Joanne

      Comment by Joanne — April 1, 2012 @ 12:47 pm | Reply

  4. Lovely! Good decision on how to spend the day!

    Comment by Donna — April 1, 2012 @ 12:23 pm | Reply

  5. What a lovely picture you painted! Beautiful. You have to love labs…the wetter it is, the happier they are. For the first 2 years Cassie acted like she would melt if we forced her out into the rain for the briefest of time. She’s better now but still not a fan.

    Comment by Susan Taylor Brown — April 1, 2012 @ 5:45 pm | Reply


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