Yesterday was on the less chilly side, so I ventured outside.  Outside to do a nasty task.  Outside to pick up the dog poop unearthed by melting snow.

As I walked around in the backyard, with my garden spade in hand, I looked a bit like Yukon Cornelius bound and determined to find gold.  Oh, how I wish it was gold.

Back and forth.  Back and forth, I traveled over the slush.  Slush resting on ice.  Ice covering a thawing soggy Earth.

It was unpleasant.  The task.  The terrain.  The whole experience.  Then I remembered Spring.

Yes, Spring would soon be at hand.  Glorious, beautiful days, when the snow would finally be gone and my feet would land on uncovered grass.

Soon, better days would be with us.  Slog across a few more frozen days and sure enough, the world will be born anew.