A Drive in the Country

April 17, 2012

It’s a lovely day – the kind of day after a rain when the early spring sun breaks forth through clouds of winter darkness and everything looks hyperlight bright.  

A countryside joyride around here brings no end of joyful observations, possibilities – and deeper thinking. As Bill discovered a few days ago.

Moi: Aaaahhhhh – stop RIGHT HERE!

Bill (comes to a screeching halt in front of a farm we occasionally pass) WHAT???

Me(longingly): I just want to look at my horsie again.

Bill: We don’t HAVE a horsie.

Me: Sure, we do. See that lovely little brown Shetland with the dusky mane?

Bill: Yup – and it isn’t our horsie.

Me (mysteriously): I have named him; thus he is ours.

Bill: We own no horsies. Never have, never will. Can I drive on, now?

Me (longingly, adoringly): I have named him after the famous Milne classic.

Bill: You are calling him Winnie-the-Pooh? That’s a BEAR’s name.

Me (haughtily): Depends on your version of spell-check. In my book it’s a much classier HORSIE NAME.

Bill: ???

Me (spelling carefully, as to a small child): Whinny-the-Poo.

It’s a lovely day – the kind of day after a rain when the early spring sun breaks forth through clouds of winter darkness. My world glows hyperlight bright.

Too bad SOMEBODY then proceeds to drive waay 2 fast to enjoy it, muttering something under his breath that sounds confusingly like “…I wonder if is there an insane asylum in this county, and if they take drop-in contributions??”

All I can say is: A joyride in the country around here brings no end of lovely observations.

And deeper appreciations. 

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