The title says it all. I'm fortunate to be a dog because people say dogs belong outside. Why would anyone want to be indoors on days like these? The air is sweet and soft to my nose. The breeze makes me want to simply run and bark with joy. I hear a returning crowd of red-winged black birds by the bird feeder under the maple tree and wonder how the woodpeckers and sparrows are taking this intrusion after having had the place to themselves for the winter.
The sisters opened the barn doors so the yard is swarming with guinea fowl and chickens giddy to be out after long months of being cooped up in the barn.
The farmhouse porch door was left open this morning and a chicken walked right in -- up the steps and on to the porch! The cats who claim that sunny place were sure surprised.
Sister Carol came home with garden seeds in hand this week. I can hardly stand it! I feel the excitement and life in Earth as she opens to longer hours of light and warmer temperatures that wake up seeds, birds, and all of us. Hope you feel it all in your hearts, too.
