We almost missed our color. It was on full display when we stepped out the front door.
It was starting to fade along the block walk, spying between houses
So we hurried up and made it to the open space before the yellow took over entirely
Because after that, the sky turns into this gray-yellow of a half-healed bruise, which just falls flat.
See? That's the same cloud formation from my front door over the dog park.
On our way out of the dog park we spotted a big hawk scanning the grass for breakfast.
She decided she didn't like us looking at her so she took flight.
To the very next tree.
The warm week means we're down to just little patches of snow to roll about in until the weekend when we should get another round.
Our morning ritual post-walk is quite prescribed now. We enter the house through the garage, picked up the sack of pecans from the pantry, remove the leashes, and step out the back door where he squirrels are already scurrying around the branches awaiting breakfast.
I always think of this scene.
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