But it stinks. Oh how it stinks.
This of course makes it an awesome time to be out for a walk if you're a dog. So. Many. Smells. Our walks take twice as long and go half as far these days. Maxi is tempted by everything. Rotting leaves. Soggy garbage. Unidentifiable decaying things. And defrosting poop. So much defrosting poop. It's a real assault on the senses. Or, for Maxi, an olfactory smorgasbord.
So I try to keep my nose up into the fresh air and keep on walking. But be sure not to look down too much, because it's pretty revolting down there on the ground as the detritus of the long, long, winter is gradually again seeing the light of day. All those smells are accompanied by rotting, dirty sights as well.
Even the snow is ugly at this time of year. The fresh white sparkly stuff is long gone, and we are left with the black, exhaust stained, muddy remains. There is nothing pretty about this time of year, the few weeks around the transition from winter to spring. What we need is a good, hard, warm, rain storm to wash it all away.
I'm holding out hope, though the local forecast looks rather chilly for the next week again. But it can't last too much longer, right? RIGHT?