Good dogs Achilles and Stella, enjoying a good spring day.

Good dogs Achilles and Stella, enjoying a good spring day.

One of the first flowers of the season, a lovely crocus, shows off.

These maple leaves hang on, months past their prime, mere days before spring they still colour the lawn.

A late spring frost left hair on the car. Ephemeral, gone within the hour.

In the flatlands, the sky stretches virtually if not completely from horizon to horizon. The immensity, the feeling, of it cannot be captured in one regular image.

Two hallmarks of of flatland scenery. The eye, mind, and spirit can feast on the simplicity and immensity of the landscape.

Achilles, dozing on a sunny late winter (effectively spring) day. I adopted Achilles nearly nine years ago and did not expect to still have this good boy. We are still graced with his presence and each day he is here is a gift. I’m deeply grateful.
EDITED TO ADD: I adopted Achilles almost ten years ago. That’s how the years have flown by!

The neighbouring pine tree accepts a last snowfall. Winter is exiting, leaving.

Achilles, taking his ease on the day bed. Unlike Stella and foster dog Charlie he spends a good amount of time inside on his own.
