On Christmas Eve the budding naturalist and I went out looking for deer tracks in the mud of our land. Considering there is no snow to track them, it’s mud that’ll work (and does). We burned off some housebound pent-up toddler energy, then I selected a place to lie down in the sun. Our neighbor’s dog had been barking at ours (we’d been tossing the ball for her) and so our neighbor came out with his dog, a puppy, to see us. I didn’t hear him come, as I was lying down with my hat on my face.
“I thought you had fallen down. But instead, it looks like you found the only dry spot to lie down on,” he said. “And what’s she doing?” he asked, meaning the budding naturalist.
“She’s picking me a dandelion bouquet,” I said, indicating the large pile she’d amassed on my stomach.
It appears our little slice of earth has moved from a zone 6 to a zone 6-7. Christmas Eve, and we’re out picking flowers. Are there still people out there who doubt the world is getting warmer?