On the drive home I saw a raccoon sitting by the side of the road, just looking around. A jogger approached, and I wondered who would give way. Not fifteen feet from the animal, the jogger crossed to the other side of the road. The raccoon continued to sit, oblivious. Something's amiss, I think, with that animal.
MiMau spent the day outdoors yesterday, to good results: a Humpty Dumpty of a vole in full presentation mode on the front walk. She threw herself down on her side and knrred, pleased to accept my congratulatory salutations. She's so much happier when she gets to be out and kill small four-legged furry things.
A couple of nights ago I had a dream that we were outdoors and she was bringing me one vole after another. Not far from the wide awake truth.
The girl's good at what she does.
The animals and I took a long after-work walk along the perimeter of the house field. I wore my jacket, zipped up to my chin, and was glad for it, but the sun was warm on my face, and my knees and ankles didn't creak with cold at every step.
The three-year-old lilac bushes, a long hedgerow of them, are spangled with fat buds at every branch tip. The big lilacs near the house are getting ready too, but aren't so impressively covered as the little ones.
The forsythia looks just the way it did a week ago.
Ragged old-soldier-looking tips of something (lilies? Siberian iris?) are pushing up here and there, but no sign yet of the hosta border.
I am no longer impatient now that the sun is warm on my face and I see green here and there.
I'll take all of it as it comes to me, with gratitude.