Monday, March 19, 2012

Sammy's big adventure

Yesterday I decided if he wants to go out, Ill just leave the door open and see what happens.  A half hour later I found him sitting on the porch wiith Albert our tour guide cat.   He came in after a few naps in the leaves, a thorough inspection of the main shed, and serious tree study.
This morning I let him out at dawn,  and a few hours later I found him here:

Looks like he owns the joint doesnt he.  Toby, who seems the most aggressive of the two, only this morning went out and came back in at full speed, apparently terrified of the bird song and the space, which to an indoor cat must be agoraphobia inducing, big time.
Took him three tries before he could handle it.  I seriously don't know if these cats have ever seen grass, or felt wind, or walked on anything but flooring.  But I think they'll be fine now.  Its been a long slow trip for both of them (and for us),  and while we still cannot pick up either one, maybe in time, now, they will trust us.   Who knows.


And at last, Toby.  He is trying to chase all his new play toys, one leaf at a time. 

Sunday, March 11, 2012

One Too Many Mornings and this is the first

"Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark" (Bob Dylan)

Tried to find a link to the original online but it's just not there.  The point was to be, that there are days like yesterday and Friday that always remind me of this song, (which tends to send me right into a catatonic stare);  a chilly day, but with more than a hint of spring in it, and a feel  to the air that winter lacks.  It's as if the air was more alive, primordial-soupier, preparing us for what comes next.

You can, indeed, hear dogs along the road,  car doors slamming shut, voices if the wind is right.  Sound travels over water to an embarrassing degree as anyone on a lake will tell you;  and on damp early spring air much the same thing happens, especially if the wind happens to be from the south.  Trees have yet to leaf out,  so there's nothing to slow the sounds down. 

Anyone who remembers this song knows exactly what I  mean, and anyone who doesn't, well, I can't explain it. Deliver me, always, from music in a minor key, even when it isn't.

I've begun walking after way too long away.  I think it's the only way to defeat the Fat Lady inside.  If nothing else, I will be a buff Fat Lady on the outside.  My husband said  he will loan me his GPS so I can keep track of the track I make in the woods, which almost always looks like the drunkard's path by the time I'm done. 

You forgot to change your clocks, didn't you.  *g*

Thursday, March 8, 2012

spring things

Daylight savings time is coming (or is it leaving, I can never be sure which), and on Sunday we will all dutifully srping ahead (and how appropriate for Leap Year) into almost Spring. The good news is,  that extra hour of daylight in the afternoon, which means a whale of a lot more to us northerners than it does to people for whom the daylight they are saving--or losing--barely moves the needle.  However, I have been enjoying waking to an already lightened sky, and will be plunged back into 5 AM darkness.  sigh. 

Went for a walk yesterday and found reasonably fresh tracks in the snow, running a very long way in a very straight line beside a stonewall.  The size of this cannot be accounted for snowmelt,  because these have been in the shade of the wall all day, in the woods, only just beginning to get some light in late afternoon.

that boot, btw, is mine and it's a good five inches across.