"I was in the woods with my boyfriend, Ernie...." Oh. Wait. That's not what I wanted to say...that's a dirty Sophie Tucker joke!
The Bag Lady and the Cowboy went for their first spring stroll in the pasture last evening. The snow is almost all gone, and what is left is quite icy, so between that and the big, brown, squishy "rocks", we had to watch our footing!
It was actually quite pleasant, and made the Bag Lady very hopeful that spring is almost here. We will probably get at least one more big snow storm, which will add moisture to the ground, but the days are longer and the sun is stronger, so spring can't delay too much longer.
Last year at this time, there was still a three-foot deep snow pack with a crust hard enough that we could walk on top of it. In fact, it was deep enough and solid enough that we could easily step over the top wire of a 3-wire high barbed wire fence (which, in the summer, hits the Bag Lady around hip-height).
We walked all the way to the edge of our pasture and the Bag Lady was pleased to note that she could actually see the old fella who has been sleeping the "big sleep" in the swamp on the other side of the fence for several years now.
This moose skull has been lying here for at least 4 years, maybe longer; probably dragged here by a coyote. It is old and weathered, and would probably be the kind of thing that some people want to put on their walls in their rustic, "country" house. The Bag Lady thinks he should just stay where he is, lying undisturbed under a willow tree.
He is the Bag Lady's indicator of spring. She knows it's almost spring when he reappears. Regardless of what the calendar says, the Bag Lady has other methods of judging the seasons.
Has spring arrived where you live?