The First Day of Spring

IMG_1562The first day of spring found me almost fully recovered from my airplane cold aka “Germ Tube Plague” with energy to burn.  I managed to run all the errands that had gone fallow that week before I drove to the middle of the middle of nowhere. Seeing Bea stand up and shake off sleep when I rolled down the driveway to the house made me grin ear-to-ear. She greets every vehicle like that but she frolics and leaps towards me when I get out of the car. The prairie’s energy melted the fatigue of being sick and tired of being sick and tired. I was fully restored by rubbing Bea’s ears and chest as she made her happy noises.  The weather was just as glorious on the grasslands as it was at the yellow house. The usually driving wind was a mere breeze; the birds were the coloratura sopranos while the cows sounded as the mezzo-sopranos in the prairie choir. It was bliss. I could not have designed a more perfect day if I had sat down and listed everything I wanted from a day.


If you read Monday’s installment you’ll know I messed about with Harley and Dr. Doctor tried to fool me as we walked the road into the prairie to the west of the house. The rest of the story was seeing if Bea would follow me. She was already out in the field when I walked out of the yard gate but she  busted a move running back to the yard by the house; putting as much real estate between us as possible.


Her disregard of my calling to her led to hyperbolic chin trembling so  Dr. Doctor whistled a “come” command which she of course obeyed. I crouched down to get her to come directly to me and she did initially but soft words and head scratch, she turned around and started to run back to the house. I called to her again and was told:


“No, you have to ignore her. Just ignore her and she’ll come with you.”

This made me chortle because it sounded like really bad Dear Jake dating advice in Cosmo. But I did what I was told (for once) when he whistled for her a second time and she returned to the field to run well ahead of us and circling back as we walked the road.


I’m a little perplexed why ignoring her did the trick. If you ignore me I’m only going to get louder or just go away. Not Bea, she insisted on running close to me at times. Bea wasn’t entirely sure about this event and I swear when she looked me over her thought was: “If something terrible happens to you out here, it’s on him, not me!”


It was nice to walk along the rutted road and spy bits of green grass threatening to appear. I wanted to keep walking until we got to the other section but the shadows were starting to lengthen and we had dinner plans away from the meadowlarks and my favorite dog.


The day had been so fair that the evening wasn’t terribly cold.  My new boyfriend surprised me after dinner and we drove out into the prairie to star gaze. We parked under an old windmill and I long to have the talent and skill to photograph the stars and the Milky Way. But I have the memory of that looming and ancient windmill reaching up to the night sky to rest beneath a blanket of stars. I felt small as he nestled me into his arms and chest. We looked up at the clusters of stars and mysterious constellations, two pieces of a vast creation. But I didn’t feel unimportant rather I felt a part of something big and magnificent.


About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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8 Responses to The First Day of Spring

  1. You’re livin’ the life, girl, you’re livin’ the life. And riley also responds to “ignore.” and Dear Jake? Haven’t heard that reference in a long time, made me smile!


  2. Sounds like a perfect day!


  3. You ARE big and magnificent! 😀


  4. Sounds like a wonderful day and night! It was beautiful here yesterday as well but cold and rainy again today. I’ll be glad when it’s here to visit a little longer.


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