Spring in January

It was such a nice day today. 'D' opened the back door, and opened the glass window on the door to allow the wind inside the house.

Man, was I in heaven. All those smells! And the air was so clean and fresh. I hopped upon the counter to look outside - at the bare trees and the dirty ground. The air was telling me it was spring, but the actual look of the outside still screamed winter.

And the birds! There were chirping and singing and acting all idiotic! And they were making me feel - I don't know - frisky! I wanted to run and jump and roll around on the ground. I wanted to chase them, and scare them, and laugh at them when they flew away.

Then I noticed the bugs! Bugs! In January! In Winter! Where did they come from?????

Didn't they freeze when the temps were down low? Were they hiding? Do bugs digs holes in the dirt and await warm weather?

I didn't care. I had spring fever - and I wanted to be able to sit on that counter and enjoy the breezes forever.

I know I will sleep well tonight. And I'll dream .... dream .... dream.

And yes! We do dream about chasing butterflies in a meadow. Just wanted to put that myth to rest.