On a Cold and Sunny Morn

 

On a cold and sunny AND frosty morn, an old lady and a young pup went to the land of needles, cones and wood piles.

The old lady had her agenda.

The young pup had hers too.

The old lady:  to see and record.

The young pup:  to sniff and pursue.

Both saw their desires come true.

Sometimes agendas collided when the young pup took off one way while the old lady tried to steady her camera for a picture while holding the young pup.

This land of needles, cones and wood piles had been a "can-not-enter" zone all winter, thanks to piles of snow and ice.

On this cold and sunny AND frosty morn, without those surface obstacles, both the lady and the pup enjoyed fresh views and smells and especially the liberating escape of this morning walk. 

No politics, no thoughts of miserable people behaving badly, no unforeseen obstacles.  

Just a simple walk through the woods, cushioned by millions of pine needles and filled with simple, artistic and pure works of nature here, there and everywhere. 

Well, maybe one frustration did rear its ugly head:  dozens of mole hills formed over winter months under all that snow. 

The old lady lamented that the moles sure did have a heydey this past winter.

The young pup just kept sniffing. 

In spite of mole production, scenes of sun rays casting themselves through trees, smells of critters that may have come through in the night---each provided perfect rewards for an old woman and a young pup seeking a few precious, undistracted moments of a simple, quiet life. 

All in all, on this cold and sunny AND frosty morn, both the old lady and her young pup had a ball. 

And, that is all.