Rabbit and Schnauzer Cloud Beings – Photo: L. Weikel
Blanket of Warm
Wow, was it warm out today. Holy cow. I thought I’d looked at the weather forecast a day or so ago and I could’ve sworn it wasn’t supposed to warm up significantly until a day or two from now. Apparently I was mistaken. The shock of walking out the door and expecting it to be a bit chilly, only to be whapped in the face by a blanket of warm, bordering-on-hot, air, was unsettling.
Perhaps I would’ve embraced the warmth today a little bit more had I been expecting it. Geesh, that makes me sound rigid. And perhaps even petulant.
Nevertheless, the warmth of the day inspired me to get outside and get things moving. I cleared the yard of a bunch of sticks and broken tree limbs. I tell myself they’re fodder for the next fire we have, hoping having kindling at the ready will encourage more of them.
Even the Clouds
Even the clouds got in on the act today. I was delighted to see a very obvious gigantic and ferocious rabbit bantering playfully with a puppy right before my eyes. Indeed – to my eye – the puppy might even be a Schnauzer.
By the time I got ‘round to Princess, Middle, and Liddle this evening, they’d apparently bedded down for the night. It was dark out and not a snuffle nor a snort was heard emanating from their enclosure. Guess I’ll have to catch them tomorrow.
The Best Part
But by far the best part of tonight’s walk was the magnificent chorus of tree frogs and peepers. They’re definitely erupting from the mud early this year – in fact, I’m pretty sure they first started singing on the last day of February! That just seems way too early.
I sometimes think the ones that are my favorite are not the ones that sound brave or never, ever tire. The peepers I like the best are the ones that have extremely deep and gravelly voices. I’ve conjured images of them in my mind that undoubtedly have nothing in common with what they actually look like.
They do seem to be getting louder and louder each night, though. They were nearly deafening tonight and could be heard at least a half mile away.
I wonder if they have peepers in Ukraine? If they do, do they know enough to be quiet at critical moments? Or are they simply blasted out by the overwhelming noise of war?
I saw a terribly sad story of a young woman who was killed last night. She was helping deliver supplies to a dog shelter.
All these heartrending stories of lives disrupted as a result of a deranged man who wants what he wants and is willing to tell lies and sacrifice the lives of millions to get it. I can’t go there tonight.
I’d rather listen to peepers and see Cloud Beings masquerading as rabbits and puppies.
(T+89)
Today I just sat in my car and cried.
I’m with you. Tears roll down my cheeks when I read or watch stories about *the people.* Looking at images of so many cities now – it turns my stomach. This is insanity. And many, many Russians have no way of knowing they’re being lied to because Russian propaganda is all they have access to. It boggles the mind how quickly we can lose it all – our country, our rights, our rights, our lives…