Day 179

photo by Michelle Johnsen

photo by Michelle Johnsen

Revel and I walked around his sit spot today. The small park with the ball fields and the vanilla skies that he loves so much.

We ran up and down the small hill a whole bunch of times. Played on the playground, and took a wander through the field and into the small woods.

We kneeled and looked at the vole trails, worn into the grasses long covered by snow. Ran our fingers along them and made squeaking noises- his way of saying “mouse.”

Then we paused to watch the birds plow away from some dogs. 2 beagles, chasing rabbits. Barking and howling as they ran.

We were dazzled by the brilliant feathers of the yellow shafted flicker, boldly colored underneath like the bright lining of a beautiful coat, a flash of yellow through the trees.

And we marveled at the bluebirds wings,

exactly the same color as the early spring sky.

We made sounds like the woodpecker, Downy, Knock, knock, knock.

And waved at the robin red breast looking for worms.

We met a sweet man wearing binoculars,

and talked to a dear friend in the field, working on his garden.

Then Revel nursed,

with the wind ruffling his hair,

nestled on my hip,

and we went home,

waving at the tiny, white snowdrops as we wandered away.

Sweet spring.

Thank you for listening,



photo by Michelle Johnsen

photo by Michelle Johnsen

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