south end of the lake
Got a smoked pigs hoof cooking for soup. It doesn’t sound good but it’s going to be great. Three handfuls of vegetables and some dried peas. It will be thick as a hard spring rain by the time I turn off the heat.
The ice is off the lake a month early.
First Bluebird flying through my soul.
Lisa and I walked the south end of the lake. Plenty of geese and ducks. Chickadees. Redpolls. Ravens and bluebirds – the first of the year.
At this time last year, Willow was just a youngster. She smelled elk tracks and rolled the shit nuggets with her nose. Once home she slept.
Willow the year before sniffing an elk track.
This year she ran rampant! The mice are on the surface. She put her nose down and chased through the dead grass. I can’t help but feel glad for her. For a hound there is no such thing as wasting time.
Willow is spent.
Lisa and I take comfort our kids are safe and happy. How did we become so fortunate?
It may only be a pigs hoof in the stew pot – after a day like this we can only give thanks and enjoy it.
Sometimes you get lucky.