The End of Spring

You may remember that I have said before that Fall is my favorite season, Spring is fast becoming a close second - but Spring like the one we've been having this year, .

Unlike the past couple of years, where Spring was chilly April weather that turned overnight into sweltering May Heat. This year, May has been closer to a true temperate Spring with much cooler albeit sunny days allowing for the extended enjoyment of long walks and an undefined timetable for random trips. A much slower progress to what's up ahead - the summer curfew of a short few early morning and evening hours or as you know bad things happen to short faced chiens like moi.

Take this day last week for example when PL out of the blue in the middle of the day rummaged in the closet and yanked out the sherpa- I spun in giddy delight. Before I knew it I had emerged at 96th street where I knew Cantral Park was just a hop and a skip away, which was exactly where we were headed. The park was lush and green, the tree canopy thick, allowing more cool shadows than light on all the paths. We stopped occasionally to enjoy this better on the benches, of which there were many mid week vacancies. The park keepers were out in full force cutting grass and trimming edges lending the air a thick scent of chlorophyll that enhanced my preferred activities of stick chewing or made pleasant my posing duties. By the time we were approaching the end of our walk which would be 59th st., I was deliciously tired and while PL was crouched taking a picture of the mall I took a little rest and he of course spun around to capture this rare shot of me taking it easy of my own volition- usually I need to be told being the bundle of energy that I am. The moment did remind me that the summer heat is on its way and I'm going to have to make sure not to overexert when we are outdoors.

As I write this, the weather has in fact warmed up considerably. Thank goodness PL is making all the preparations to ensure the situation indoors is pleasant for me in the coming months. That day last week could very well have been the end of spring.

No Regrets

I'm bushed, wacked, beat, tres tres fatigue, I can barely walk I'm that sore and tired. I've hardly moved for two days but I have no regrets.

I had the best time with Maisie on Sunday.

Sprung

I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen but indeed it has. Spring has sprung and I know this because the bluebells are blooming in Central Park. I marked this on my calendar last year when I came across a patch of them in the wooded north west corner of Central Park where we always start our walk. Last weekend, retracing the exact same steps from a year ago - there they were again their wonderfull color offset by the dark mulch of the woodland floor. Further along the way I sniffed a violet or two, posed by a stream and played peek a boo on the bridge. I usually love to roll in a huge patch of clover thats on a small hill on our route but the grass was too wet that day. So instead I made a study of some dandelions , posed some more by the cherry blossoms and revelled in the heady perfume of blossom in the air. I returned home exhausted- every sensory nerve stretched and napped the whole entire afternoon.