Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Warmer weather is finally on its way. It'll be a near-record low tonight in the 20's, but then they're saying it'll warm up.
I planted my snap pea plants out, several hundred of them, and I only broke two. I carefully separated them from their thickets in the long narrow planters where I'd started them in mid-March and set them out on Saturday, March 30. Only to cover them completely with straw, because night temperatures would dip to the 20's from then until now. I watered them in and told them to wait. And they have. They're perky and green under the straw, waiting for the warm, enjoying the filtered sun and maybe even the frigid nights. Peas are tough.
So it seems that I'd better get the last of these snowy Chet Baker shots posted before winter is finally in the rear view mirror.
Golly, I love taking pictures of that dog in his red coat in the snow.
I'm seeing more dog photo web sites, devoted to art shots of dogs in various situations. A coonhound named Maddie, who balances on weird things, is adorable and obviously very patient. A border collie who hides. Very cute stuff. I suppose I could do that, if I had time. Instead I blog here. Imagine this is a spare artsy website and I am a famous photographer. Oooh, fancy.
Sometimes I lose him for a moment.
And then he pops back out, looking for voles.
He pounces, foxlike, and sticks his head all the way into the snow.
And comes out with snowbrows.
There will never be a better Chetcoat than his Woolrich letter jacket from Target. There will never be a better dog than Chet Baker.
He is so barrel-chested that he sometimes pops the Velcro wide open and runs around looking like a Calvin Klein ad, only with a dog instead of a delicious man-child.
One sexy beast, Chet Baker is, all filled out and still in his prime at eight. I've called him to come to me and let me fasten up his jacket again, and he's running straight at me.
He loves it when I get down on my knees to take his picture, because he can come and kiss me before I struggle back to my feet. I love that, too.
With every day I treasure him more, and I have to acknowledge the great and growing chamber he occupies in my heart.
Executive decisions are being made by my soul's CEO. Shh. Also basking being done.
More snowy Bacon anon.