It's A Good Thing

Finally, it's warm.  The dogs have been accustomed to cold, that this warmth found them panting a little bit more than usual.  

But Sage found refuge.  First, Sunday in the field, wandering through the lupine and mustard, watching, guarding her turf.  Then she realized inside the trailer was cool.  Ah-ha!  

 

The last patch of balsam is blooming, the Bullock's orioles are going crazy in the Poplars and Aspen.   Murphy is beginning to feel more comfortable with the trailer.  It's all a good thing.

I am grateful for the nice weather.  It came none too soon.  I think the warmth helps Murphy's legs, and allows her to have time just laying on the back porch.  Or in the sun until it is too hot for her.  The long winterish-spring was hard on her, the cold seeping into her bones....or wait, is that me?

Murphy's day.