We had our first snow yesterday. Not much. But enough to cause some roadway havoc.
I always love the first few snows of the season . . . but the dogs? Oh, they REVEL in it! They race around the yard, frolicking. They rub their faces in the snow and dig and roll and chase each other. It is Pure Dog Joy!
Watching them play in the snow always makes me think of this perfect poem by Mary Oliver, from her book Dog Songs.
The Storm (Bear)
--- by Mary Oliver
Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins,
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.
Oh, I could not have said it better
Have a wonderful weekend!