I'm the nicest goddamn dame that ever lived.
This morning the sun was shining brightly in the clearest, bluest sky and when I walked Tyke, everywhere there was the sound of melting, dripping snow. The streets are as good as clean and most of the sidewalks are also, except the ones that are mostly still in the shade.
I saw snowdrops that were about to burst open where the snow had completely melted in someone's front garden and that thrilled me to pieces. I felt like I had made a big discovery and later this afternoon I will have to look for more of them, because more snow will have melted. I also have to see what happened to those sprigs of daffodils and crocuses I saw emerging from the ground before the snow fell. I am pretty optimistic and sure that they will have survived.
The big snowmen that had been built everywhere have been vandalized and broken into pieces, which is sad to see. It must have taken quite some effort to do this as they were built very solidly. One single small one survives with a hat on and a scarf and a carrot nose with a pipe in his mouth. Tyke has his daily confrontations with it and always approaches it very carefully. He feels very brave when he has yet again managed to circle and face it and, of course, I praise him into heaven.
He is telling me now that it is time to go out for a walk and he is very insistent, so I can not ignore him. He probably has an urgent matter to take care of. I am just at this moment having a bit of an afternoon dip so it will be just the thing for me to go out in the fresh air. I should return as a rejuvenated woman.