A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap. (The Byrds)
Far be it from me to question Mother Nature, just like the Man in the Moon (Is a Newfie?) appears to be, well, I am having trouble saying this, but smarter than me.
Look at Mother Nature. One day it is hot as blazes, the next morning there are multitudes (it seems to me) of children swarming the sidewalks with bulging backpacks and new super charged runners with neon laces…..and you had better get out-of-the-way because those students in their fervor, can not even see a sable and white Policy Wonk Doggie like me. I tell you, brought up by wolves, I am thinking, like a bunch of magpies on speed, as they catch up on all their adventures since school ended last June. I mean, how important a mission can it be, in comparison to the Ultimate Earth Dog with Attitude, (not to be mistaken for the Beatitudes.)
Oh yes, as summer gives way to fall, first there is frost on the pumpkin, then the leaves drift down to the ground and Momma rakes and rakes and rakes some more….Like there should be a magnetized part of the lawn where those leaves gather in one spot…and I am so on it!!! Less work for Momma, more fun for me since I ♥ to bury myself under layers and layers of golden– orange–brown foliage.
Suddenly the trees stand naked to the world at large, shivering as their branches are bit by the dropping temperature. Winter has come…A season of magic as frozen raindrops turn to crystal white snowflakes, blanketing the ground, the trees and the glistening roof tops. I ♥♥♥ snow…to cavort in, to catapult myself over drifts, to burrow my nose deep, tracking the squirrels, chasing the winter birds, flying airborne, all the while my heart racing…. I know, I know, ‘You might be a Husky, if…Mush Mush is all you dream of.’
Good times always end but good news… I ♥ Spring… Ah, Mother Nature, you did it again.
Little buds break forth on trees, snow bells give way to every shade of tulips and yellow daffodils and all the little creepy crawlies resurface, again…..I am a committed bug, ant and worm enthusiast. I just sniff them – okay, okay, one day, I accidentally sniffed an ant up my nostril, got a most reprehensible tickle and snorted till it flew
a hundred miles an hour, over and out. Stop laughing. It is so NOT funny.
It seems in no time, flowers of all shades and colors adorn the gardens, the grass grows green and Summer has arrived. Sometimes it is a mite too hot, even in the shade but it is the nights that thrill me, when humidity and temperatures magically drop and the Big Old Moon rises, high in the sky, surrounded by enchanting, twinkling stars in an inky blue sky. You got it. I ♥ Summer….outside on a clear night, watching the God Given Light Show as the Angels and Fairies in our Garden gather to twirl in the Circle Dance… Cross my heart and hope to die.
It is a dilemma, Mother Nature. You make it impossible to have a favourite season…and if an Einstein Ultimate Earth Dog has problems deciding, pity the rest of the world.
