Spring is upon us.
The evidence is mixed. The temperatures hover in the low 40s -- as a high. The skies are as fickle as teenage love -- clear one moment, stormy the next.
But the best evidence comes in the form of early buds.
In some areas, crocus trumpet the impending arrival of Persephone. But not here.
At Casa Algodón, spring arrives with the snowdrops -- a little bulb that reproduces with all the facility of a Kennedy. Their strength is not their flower -- a puny little thing -- but in their gregarious nature. They travel in tighter bunches than a flock of bushtits.
Monday morning was a federal holiday -- so, Jiggs and I took the opportunity to be a bit naughty and sleep in. But there was a neighborhood to explore.
For Jiggs, every outing is a buffet of smells -- even if he had visited that very site the previous evening. I often wonder what is going through his mind as he presses his nose further in the ground -- trapping the last hint of what has happened in his absence. I suspect dogs are more Gladys Kravitz, and less Galileo Galilei.
But we are both ready for Mexico. Jiggs may not like the heat, because of his heavy coat, but he will undoubtedly get some relief from his arthritic hips.
Spring can even come in the December of a dog's life.
The evidence is mixed. The temperatures hover in the low 40s -- as a high. The skies are as fickle as teenage love -- clear one moment, stormy the next.
But the best evidence comes in the form of early buds.
In some areas, crocus trumpet the impending arrival of Persephone. But not here.
At Casa Algodón, spring arrives with the snowdrops -- a little bulb that reproduces with all the facility of a Kennedy. Their strength is not their flower -- a puny little thing -- but in their gregarious nature. They travel in tighter bunches than a flock of bushtits.
Monday morning was a federal holiday -- so, Jiggs and I took the opportunity to be a bit naughty and sleep in. But there was a neighborhood to explore.
For Jiggs, every outing is a buffet of smells -- even if he had visited that very site the previous evening. I often wonder what is going through his mind as he presses his nose further in the ground -- trapping the last hint of what has happened in his absence. I suspect dogs are more Gladys Kravitz, and less Galileo Galilei.
But we are both ready for Mexico. Jiggs may not like the heat, because of his heavy coat, but he will undoubtedly get some relief from his arthritic hips.
Spring can even come in the December of a dog's life.
