Gorgeous

[smokingboot]

This feels like Spring proper. The blooms are just beginning to show, and the air holds the here and now of it, fresh but not cold, warming but not still. The season has arrived. So I opened the kitchen door and left it that way; Dervish and her sister went out, enjoyed themselves, lifted their heads to the light and heat, jumped up walls, investigated the greenery. I remember last year when the vet made stern sounds about Biggie's future, and here she is still. So we do what we do and our girl will have her beautiful days. If it's the last Spring, we love every minute, if she makes it to Summer even better. And who knows? We only really have now. Turns out now is gorgeous.