Bow enjoyed sunning on top of the bench in the outer pen, as well as a rare treat: a tangelo.
It was warm, it was nice, and at dusk you could hear both the birds and the coyotes.
The burnt field began to turn green.
It is nicer now that we are in the month of March. Bow sometimes asks for his blanket, but it is not because he is cold, and not because he needs a blanket.
Sometimes Bow is just reluctant to defy genre expectations and talk about something other than his blanket.
The sunrises have become especially lovely in the last few days -- even nicer than sunsets.
And today, we saw the very first flower bloom by the lagoon.
Its leaves had been singed by the fire, but this crocus pushed through undeterred.
The next flower getting ready to bloom beside the crocus is a daffodil. But a stray dandelion on the lawn has beat it to the punch, already open in bright yellow splendor.
Fair weather is not promised to us, of course. It may yet snow again. It certainly does seem about to storm.
But as far as the flowers are concerned, spring has sprung