Warm Spring Day

Finally, a warm Spring day.  Well, maybe not that warm...Carol reports it's well into the 70's in New York.  But after our late winter, the past few days have been heavenly.

Sage and Murphy have enjoyed hanging out in the back yard.  This coming weekend we'll head to eastern Washington to check the Red Trailer and of course, the balsam.  

The heat must feel good on Murphy's hips.  But walking through the watershed yesterday she missed a step and fell into the creek.  We pulled each other up, labs are like that, and kept walking.  Trilliums, a few warblers, a thrush.  Spring.

It was a long weekend.  On top of many things, an east coast friend, a fly fisherman and organizer of the fly fishing basketball pool wrote of a cancer diagnosis.  I hold Murphy, write him, kibitz with Les on whether we should worry or really worry.  Another friend in the hospital.  She apparently is in lots of pain.  I hold Murphy again.  Life sometimes does dish out a lot in a short amount of time.

Then Sage, always the comedian.  Red Skelton or Lucy Ball.  She comes in from outside, leaves hanging from her mouth.  She was happy to see me, and had to bring me something.  She will never leaf me?  A warm spring day.

Murphy's day.