Just plain old looking around the garden and running through the sunlit fields of our Two Hundred Acre Wood in Lanark are two of life's greatest pleasures, and a boy just can't get enough of either activity after a long dark winter spent (for the most part) indoors or trudging through snow that was often right up to his ears.
His ears wave on the breeze, his tail is an expressive blur, and his feet fly as he reacquaints himself with his favorite place and season. For a while, he wasn't sure that the snow would ever leave, or that his favorite haunts would still be there when springtime finally rolled around. For all his rambling and cavorting, he is right at my side in the woods, or at least, not far away - ever.
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Joy is beautiful!!
Oh yes, Tabor, his joy is something to see!
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