“See, Human? It’s not over.”
“Bear, don’t be fooled. It’s just a spring snow.”
“But it’s been falling all day!”
“It will be gone tomorrow.”
My dog is suddenly on high alert, looking ahead at something that moved on the snow-covered dirt road. I look.
It’s a robin. I think the scene is a perfect metaphor for this moment of the year when winter drags its feet on the way out.
“That’s what I mean, Bear. It’s spring.”
“No, that’s a robin, but there are more of them, see?”
“I can catch them all.”
“It won’t help. There are millions of them all over the place. I think one is even building a nest at our house.”
“Every year, Bear.”
When we return to the golf course after our long ramble in the fields, the groundskeeper/superintendent has just arrived. He hops out of his truck.
“I see you found your dog.” When Bear ran away, I alerted him.
“Yeah. Thank goodness.”
“Does she run away a lot?”
“No. That was the first time.” In fact, Bear has gotten loose a couple of other times, but she never ran away. She ran TOWARD. It’s very different.
We talk for a bit, he relates a saga of a woman who came that morning, let her dogs out of her truck, how they pooped right by Mark’s workshop and then the woman and the dogs went on a walk around the golf course.
“I put a note on her windshield,” he said. “I was nice, but I asked her to clean up after her dogs. She did.”
“I think we need more trash cans.” There are none.
Mark threw his cigarette on the snowy parking lot and smashed it with his foot. “Maybe. I’m not worried about you. You and your dogs are all right with me.”
Maybe because I take time to talk to him? Maybe because I’m truly sympathetic to his situation? Maybe because my dogs are leashed so I know if and where they poop? Maybe because, for me, the golf course is a way out to the fields and dirt roads, not my real destination? I thought about that and I think it’s the first. His job is pretty lonely and most of what he hears are complaints. Or maybe because my dogs and I are just all right with him.
Winter’s goodbye party ended with a nice gift for Dusty, Bear and me. We get to “keep” “our” golf course.
Meanwhile, I’ve deleted more than a thousand posts from this overgrown blog. I’ve reposted several and found a few good short stories. I’m clearly not writing stuff equal to the stuff I was writing a couple of years ago which is mildly discouraging. Maybe I’m done or maybe I’m done for now, I don’t know. Time will tell. OH should you decide to do the same with your blog, I found the easiest way is to go into WP Admin and use the old blog list and old “Classic” editor both for eliminating posts and images which is a separate chore.