With mud splashed on his long, muscular legs, stripped of the leather that until moments ago had clothed his golden body, his naturally streaked hair flying in the wind, … he ran with wild abandon, knowing the joy that awaited him.
Yes my boy Romy is finally back grazing in the Spring pasture! Who did you think I was talking about?!
And for two key reasons it seems to be officially Spring. First there is the afore mentioned pasture and secondly my friend Cheryl and I have been back on the Bruce Trail for a month now.
Song birds and naturalized daffodils dot the countryside.
As Cheryl looks out over the countryside to Georgian Bay beyond, we both know that the long wait is over…