A Walk of freedom

Today we went for a long ,long walk, my little brown bear and me. I was happy, he was happy and the trees were so happy that they tried to reach the sun with their branches. We went throug the land of black soil and oakhills. The remaining snow was resting in the ditches like very calm blankets and tansfering into purling water that seeked its way down the drains. We saw the green coming up and the very deepgreen moss resting on the huge oaklimbs. All the sounds and smells came like a " petite cadaux" for us after this strange and varied winter. Springtime is arriving like a blue eyed girl with sparkling eyes.