Spring in Montana is like a wizard it “is never late. Nor is it early; it arrives precisely when it means to.”
If you had asked me yesterday, I would have said Spring had come to Montana. It was a beautiful, sunny 50-degree day. Perfect for a long, long walk.
But when I woke up this morning, it was once again sunny and for a third time this week, we had inches of new snow.
The first day of Spring brought snow and cold. And the second brought sun and warmth. The third seems to be some combination: it is sunny, snowy, but not warm. I am grateful that spring seems to be making at least brief appearances. But winter has yet to release us from its icy grasp.
My doctor prescribed exercise on Monday as part of the plan to deal with my weeks-long headache. (Her orders also included reducing stress, so that should be easy considering the current state of affairs.)
As directed, I have started walking every day, couple-three times a day if I am honest. We are trying to stay home, away from everyone else, like most people are during the pandemic. But walking and running are both socially distant activities so that I still do those at least!
And one of the things I am trying to do as I walk is to find something interesting, or at least pretty, and capture it to share.
Fortunately for me, I have a few companions during my wondering. Steve and I go out after lunch and in the evening I take the pups out for a nice long “smell tour of the neighborhood”. Mostly our short-legged pups like to play in the snow. No roadside snowbank is safe from the corgi snow seal and the basset super sniffer.
I love it. Walking and being out in the fresh air has been wonderful. I am glad of the break during the days working from home. And I am feeling remarkable better.