Late morning found our basset Miles stretched out on the still-brown grass in our backyard, soaking in the sun, sniffing scents on the wind, looking as though nothing short of a dropped filet mignon would uproot him.
I cleared the monster pile of leaves that had accumulated on our patio, dragged a lounge chair from the garage and lay for as long as I could watching the swirling breeze toss the tops of the trees that border the yard.
Clay? He circled the yard in his hop, skip and run mode, bursting in and out of the house and the open garage in a continuous loop, squealing, clapping and moving near the speed of light. Smiling the whole time. Stopping occasionally to give our aging swingset a workout, at one point nearly completing a 360 degree loop with the swing.
Each of us enjoying a rare, warm early March day in our own way.