Changes come, inevitably.
Changes always come with a push-pull: a push to reach the new, a pull back to the famiiar.
Thought of that this morning, how the pair of geese on the town pond looked so moronic trying to walk on the ice of the south old clay pit.
I think it is the pair that nests on the island.
Yet, I understand how they want to push the seasons, to begin the dance of love and get to the business of building a nest and raising goslings.
Watching them naturally, at least naturally for me, drew me to one of my favorite wordsmiths and singers: Paul Simon doing ``Slip Slidin' Away.''
Changes come as we near the start of Strays Casts Outdoors Cartoon Television, too, on Feb. 24. Thought of that this morning, too.
There's fear in venturing to the new; yet an excitement, too. Really felt that, the excitement, yesterday as Ryan Whitacre and Pat Renwick led a long studio session in the Stray Casts studio
If you're wondering, it also one of the reasons for the lack of ``Ramble with the Lady'' the last couple weeks. My time was slip slidin' away, if you will. Or even if you won't.
But I need that time, that ramble off into the morning with Lady, our family's mutt. Both for the exercise and to set my head; not to mention the work of writing afterward to distill the experience.
Geese called to the lakes and ponds south of town as we rambled off this morning.
Winter is going to finish much like it started on a mild note. This was supposed to be a cold snap, but it was barely cold enough to freeze the ground.
It was cold enough to firm up some of the ice on the town pond, though I would not walk on any of it. And there is still open water under the bridge over the neckdown between the two pits.
That was the setting for watching the geese slip slidin' away on the ice, all the while honking like the braying of asses, enough to drive Lady nuts.
Five mourning doves whistle-fluttered off on the edge of the trail, formerly a side rail, above the south pit as we rambled back from the wilds around the town pond and toward town. A dryer roared away at the grain elevators east of town (Hello, Charles Demuth.)
Speaking of dove, several Eurasian collared-doves have been hanging around many mornings at the feeders in the yard across from the bus barn downtown.
As we climbed the front steps, I could hear geese still calling on the ponds and lakes south of town.
Some things stay the same, at least for awhile.