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Winter is so exhausted, poor thing. She hasn’t been able to do any work at all the past few days. Temperatures have been misbehaving all over the place without her supervision, rising to the 60s and even 70s around here. I sense Spring in the air. She’s here, hiding, afraid to rile Winter into a final burst of energy.
I understand Spring’s hesitation. Winter can be brutal–but she is also tired, very tired, and I know what I have to do. I have to find Spring in her secret places and coax her into courage.
I take my little lambkin with me. Spring will like her and want to come out to see her!
Annabelle bounces down the steps while Coco gazes longingly from the porch gates.
Poor Giant Puppy. Annabelle is very good about sticking by my side when I take her out. Coco is also good about staying around the farm, but she does like to run and play in the woods. I’m afraid her exuberance might get the best of her and she might chase her little lambkin if I take them out together since I’m planning to take Annabelle on a long walk. The Giant Puppy might even scare Spring!
We go down, down the driveway. Annabelle stops to admire the river far below. She’s never seen a river before!
Then we reach the meadow. Look! Here’s a creek!
Here’s stuff growing on the ground!
And here are leaves! Who knew there was such fun in the world!
But don’t forget why we’re here, little lamb. We’re here for Spring……. And I think I’ve found her!
Spring, you are so beautiful! Come join us! We love you, Spring! Don’t we, Annabelle?
Annabelle?
Annabelle: “Wait for me, maa-maa!”
Poor baby. She got so excited about the creek and the leaves and neat stuff growing on the ground, she almost lost sight of me.
We’d better go back to the house. I clip a bit of Spring to take with me. I’ll bring Spring inside, where she can’t get away!
The Giant Puppy is waiting for us.
I show her my Spring. “Look, Coco! We found Spring! Annabelle, tell her.”
But Annabelle is too tuckered from her long walk to do anything but curl up on her blankie.
The Giant Puppy is tuckered, too. It’s hard being left behind.
And so I go inside.
Spring and I have a lot to talk about it.
