Spring wants to spring forth once and for all yet the tentacles of Winter still keep it tethered. But that's fine because I feel Winter is beginning to lose the battle.
The birds all around are singing. Rather loudly I must say, so they must be deliriously happy. Yesterday I came home and found the cacophony to be much louder than usual. On our way to the movies this weekend we saw two bluejays which I thought were playing with each other. I exclaimed to the Beloved, "Look, how sweet! They're so happy! Aww, they're playing with each other." He laughed of course and told me they weren't playing, they were fighting. And it was then that I saw a third bird on the side looking at them both. Hmmm? "Oh, then they're fighting for the affections of the girl, eh?" Still, I thought they looked so sweet and happy. But then again what do I know, I've always gotten it wrong when it comes to nature anyway. I think my love for animals, be it bear or bird, somehow short-circuits the obvious. A bear could be coming at me in the woods and I'd be trying to talk it down with a sweet voice and words. Yeah, not too bright when it comes to things like this but at least I admit I'm not wrapped too tight in this area. Nature shows reduce me to tears. The Beloved hates to watch them when I'm around because he knows I'll get upset about the whole survival of the fittest thing. My daughter is the same. No stomach when it comes to this either. As it is right now she tears up now and again because her dogs, her beloved "furry humans" as she calls them, are starting to get white hairs. *sigh* I can't apologize to her enough for having her take after me. Lifetime of tears await you dear girl, so buckle up!
And this brings to mind the time I got bit by King Tut, a 150 lb. rottie I saw being cornered by an animal shelter person who was trying to put a collar on him to no avail. I was doing my daily walk, minding my business (at least I thought), listening to music when in the corner of my eye I sensed rapid movement. A man had chased a rottie into a yard and cornered him against the chain-link fence. I stopped to look and, of course, here I go. *sigh* Can't mind my own business to save my life. "Aww, you're scaring him." I then put my hand over the fence and started stroking the dog's head, "it's okay baby, no need to be scared." The guy seeing how well the dog was responding to me asks me to help him leash the dog and so hands me the leash. I said yes and after a couple of unsuccessful tries, because I couldn't get my arms to reach down far enough over the fence to put the leash around the dog's neck, King Tut had had enough and consequently snapped at me. He caught my hand and managed to bite into two fingers. I immediately started counting my fingers to make sure they were all there, bloody but there, while the so-called dogcatcher turned all shades of pale and began apologizing profusely. "Yeah, well, it's not his fault," I tell him, "he's scared and you've cornered him. What do you want him to do?" I eventually got him leashed because this bozo had zero connection to animals and looked positively terrified and well, methinks maybe he really wasn't cut out for said job. But I don't think I could work in an animal shelter either but for different reasons. Dogs and cats immediately take to me and I to them. Case in point: my neighbors' "aggressive" pit bull who every once in a while jumps the fence and gets into my yard comes looking for me. As soon as he sees me is like Marmaduke coming at you. He gets up on his two hind legs and throws himself at me licking me all over. I barely know the dog and this is what he does. He's positively docile with me. King Tut that I didn't know from Adam, took to me and started licking my hand. My father had the same effect on animals. But I've digressed. Back to why I could never work at a shelter. I could never work at a shelter for the simple reason that I'd be depressed every day having to leave these poor animals in their cages. For sure in time I'd probably end up like one of those crazy people that hoards animals wanting to save all of them and giving them love, love, love. Hmm, yeah, my genetic disposition is ripe for that. Dear old Dad used to bring home every stray he found to the constant aggravation of my mother who spent a better part of her life finding homes to our always-growing furry family. The Beloved has stopped asking me to come outside when a feral cat or kitten is cornered by the dogs and thus now takes care of this problem himself. He knows. He knows that as soon as I lay eyes on it, in the house it will come to live with us.
But back to Spring. It has sprung somewhat. And I am joyous! Joyous, I tell you! I love this weather right now, right before it gets into the suffocating days of Summer which make me hibernate indoors. I'm not a hot-weather type of girl and find absolutely no delirious enjoyment in sweat and frizzy hair, thank you very much. I don't go to the beach because sunning is not my thing and though I love the ocean, dipping into New York waters is like playing Russian Roulette. Last time I dipped my toes I got pricked by something and since I couldn't tell if it was a crab or needle, I decided this let's guess what it is type of daring-do was not for me. If I can't see to the bottom, I'm not getting in. Period. The summers I spent in the Caymans with my father forever ruined it for me. Now there's a place to retire to.
And with Spring of course comes yard cleanup. The plethora of trees we have in our yard usually drops well over 80-100 large leaf bags of leaves each Spring. But this is just in the yard. Add to that the 25 or so from the front of the house and each Spring we have filled over 125 bags of leave. And countless garbage bins are filled in addition of fallen branches and pruning that has to be done. And believe it or not, it's one of the things I most enjoy. I love being in the yard with the dogs running around while I rake and prune. Love it. It all stops once the weather turns hot, however. Then it's the Beloved's turn to take care of the rest. Well, he wanted a house with a lot of land, he got it. Full with its full-time weekend job of cleaning and mowing. I smile. I always told him to be careful what he wished for but he was insistent. Yeah, city boy who grew up in apartments had no inkling as to the time and work it would take to tend a yard this size and he didn't listen to me. So. I smile. That's what I do when I'm right and he's wrong and I don't want to tell him I told you so. But of course, the smile irks him even more because he knows what I'm saying and so I smile some more.... :)
So, Spring has sprung and so have I! I'm outdoors taking advantage of these days and loving it! So toodaloo my beautiful bananas cause the weather is-a-calling!