This digital illustration was inspired by the weather today... a balmy 50 degrees at 5:30 am when I walked Max. Of course, every season has its trade-offs. The melting snow has created some enormous and unavoidable mud puddles along the paths where we walk, but it's so nice to shed my hat and gloves that I don't mind wading through a puddle or ten. Even the brown grass is a sight for sore eyes, compared to miles of dirty snowbanks. I can't wait to be able to open the windows in my house, let in the fresh air, and dig in my garden. Max is happy just to sniff all of the marvelous smells unearthed from beneath several feet of snow.
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