It’s a lovely day – the kind of day after a rain when the early spring sun breaks forth through clouds of winter darkness and everything looks hyperlight bright.
A countryside joyride around here brings no end of joyful observations, possibilities – and deeper thinking. As hubby Bill discovered a few days ago.
Me: Aaaahhhhh – stop RIGHT HERE!
Bill (comes to a screeching halt in front of a farm we occasionally pass) WHAT???
Me (longingly): I just want to look at my horsie again.
Bill: We don’t HAVE a horsie.
Moi: Sure, we do. See that lovely little brown Shetland with the dusky mane?
Bill: Yup – and it isn’t our horsie.
Me (mysteriously): I have named him; thus he is ours.
Bill: We own no horsies. Never have, never will. Can I drive on, now?
Me (longingly, adoringly): I have named him after the famous Milne classic.
Bill: You are calling him Winnie-the-Pooh? That’s a BEAR’s name.
Me (haughtily): Depends on your version of spell-check. In my book it’s a much classier HORSIE NAME.
Me (spelling carefully, as to a small child): Whinny-the-Poo.
It’s a lovely day – the kind of day after a rain when the early spring sun breaks forth through clouds of winter darkness. My world glows hyperlight bright.
Too bad SOMEBODY then proceeds to drive waay 2 fast to enjoy it, muttering something under his breath that sounds confusingly like “…I wonder if is there an insane asylum in this county, and if they take drop-in contributions??”
All I can say is: A joyride in the country around here brings no end of lovely observations.
And deeper appreciations.
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