It's Cold

It's been cold this week.  Watching Sage and Annie out on the back yard yesterday reminded me of Murphy.  Her early years were in New York, where the cold lingered sometimes until late April.  But she loved it.  The freeze-dried smells, the clear, sunny, bright days.  She could spend seemingly minutes on a smell then slowly move to the next and the next.  

I miss her.  When I came in from the yard I noticed her green collar I put on for St. Patrick's day.  Murphy girl.  I lost myself in memories for a little while.

Until Annie came inside, dragging a stick as large as she is, happy as can be.

Murphy is still here.

Murphy's day.