It actually seemed like spring this morning. I noticed that, except for remnants of snowdrifts along fence lines, the fields were bare. I heard geese. Looked up and a group of four were winging past. I saw a pair of sand hill cranes fly low past the house. Heard the unmistakable trill of a red-winged blackbird. To celebrate Whip and I went on a longer walk. Through a series of bad choices on my part I got caught in a bramble thicket. Blackberry thorns, unlike raspberry thorns, are big enough to put a hole in a garden hose. Nothing to be done but fight my way through. When I got home a took off my puffy vest and realized I'd been dragging along some old canes. Whip had wisely avoided the blackberries but did go out to her run to cool off by laying in the snow. I waited until the cuts on my hands and arms had stopped bleeding and the blood coagulated enough to not reopen in hot water. Then took a long shower. Had to pick some thorns out of my forehead. Probably a good thing to make small mistakes every so often - reminds you how pleasurable life is afterward.
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