~:: Sprung Spring ::~

I took a little pre-spring boating trip this morning—in the Suburban, down to the horses, the wet, hang-dog horses.  I had fed Piper and let him out first.  I only got stuck in the snow once, but didn’t have to go 4 wheel in spite of the fact that we have six inches already on the ground and more to come tonight.  It’s just over thirty two degrees, so whenever I meant to turn or stop, I floated.  Just sweetly floated.

These shots are straight-out-of-the-camera (SOOTC).  Usually, I brighten snow shots, but I wanted to preserve the gray light I woke into this morning.

See, Dawn?  This is what your half inch turned into.  We are SUCH an intense state of the union.

Misty’s house.  Bobbled.

When I got home, I heard Piper, who had made his way through the drifts to the back door and was begging and pleading—at the top of his voice—to be let in.  I hollered for him, tramped into the house for the camera, came out and shot these images for you dry-landers. By time I’d finished, Piper had found his way back to the front.  There was a grape-bunch’s worth of snowball sized snow-globs festooning the feathers on his legs.  He looked—I don’t know—like he was wearing light bulb pants.

Miserable dog.  I had just come back from miserable horses – wet, icicle hung manes, hoofs full of snowballs.  Glad I have opposable thumbs and live in a house.

I have been paralyzed, writing-wise, by this giveaway thing.  Unable to tell any stories till it was done.  And the surprise is, a giveaway is a little soul-tearing.  My list of heart recipients was made up of some of my favorite people on the planet- including  my dear sister far away in the warm lands, and I really can’t make one for each of these dear folks just now.  I was tempted, though, to cheat for EACH ONE.  Which wouldn’t have worked at all.  So I settled on honest play (whew!) and drew names out of a hat.

Sharon won!!

And that makes me very happy.  But every name on that list is precious to me, and that everybody else lost makes me unhappy.  Which is good, right?  To have so many people you care about?

And that’s it.  All I got to say.

Except for this.  THIS is why I’m so proud of my Gin.  And why I feel like I might have done not too bad a job explaining things all those years.  What a girl.