At that, all of the White Dog Army rushed into the yard singing a song of welcome and looking for Spring.
When Roman came in he said, "I could smell it, momma; it is like earth and things growing.!"
Bailey noted the sun made the sun porch warm enough to nap on again. "ALMOST, My Girl," I told her.
"I could not tell what it is by tasting," Zsofia announced, "but I found GREEN shoots coming up."
Pearl turned and agreed with White Dog. "There are buds on the trees out front, too! Spring IS coming!"
I looked out of the window with the Little White Dog of My Heart who has always had a fondness for watching the world come back to color and life this time of year. "When will Spring be here do you think, momma?" she asked.
I motioned to the top of the wall where a black bird hopped along. "Raven is the trickster," I told her. "I would suspect that he and Old Man Winter still have a trick or two waiting but Mother Nature always wins the contest and Spring arrives bright and beautiful. It will be soon, Sweet One. VERY soon."
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