It was Dale’s stepmom who clued me in last week that this coming Sunday, March 13, is the beginning of Daylight Savings Time.
“What? So early!?”
I could have sworn that it didn’t begin until April. I would have been right until 2007, when DST was extended from March to November.
I’m all for springing into spring and leaving the winter behind us, but there are some disadvantages to springing forward:
I’m still not sure what to make of the fact that this area of Arkansas has seen its share of “100 year” weather events in the 3 ½ years since we moved to Our Little House.
I read this summer about the momma Grizzly bear close to Yellowstone that attacked some campers while they slept. One person was killed and the bear was later hunted and killed. Her two cubs were taken to a zoo. It was determined the bears were starving and evidently, became desperate.
This article, by the Associated Press, warns hikers, berry pickers and campers to expect more of the same as bears come down from the mountains in search of food.
The reason, according to this article, is a beetle that is surviving warmer winters and killing the trees that produce white bark pine cones and their nuts, a staple in a Grizzly bear’s diet.
We have black bears here, but at Our Little House and in the Ozarks Region, we’ve also started noticing strange behavior in nature this year.
I'm taking the day off from posting, as I am devastated over losing one of the finest dogs I've ever known.
Emma went missing sometime early Thursday morning, having gone out to roam with Sade and Chloe before the hot sun came back out.
Emma hates the heat and there was a 100+ heat index yesterday. I knew something was wrong as soon as the sun appeared and Emma did not. We've searched by boat on the shore and tromped through the woods and have only turned up a lot of chigger and mosquito bites.
In our search, we discovered that my aunt's elderly dog collapsed on Sunday and they had to help him make his transition to the next life later that day. Another neighbor's — more than 2 miles away — elderly dog disappeared two days ago, the second time he has tried to wander off to pass from this life (the first time this spring, he was found and nursed back).
It's been a long, hot and hard summer. Emma rarely wanted out until after the sun went down. Last weekend, our friend Mike, pointed out how hard it was for Emma to get around. It was true, at 11, she moved slower and her coat was no longer the shiny, healthy coat as evidenced in this picture taken nearly three years ago during our first full winter here. We were advised by our vet just on Tuesday to have two suspicious lumps removed from Emma's chest and leg.
I wrote on my K9 Cuisine blog how Emma once saved my life. I only wish I could have kept her with me forever.
Emma was my mother's favorite "Granddog" and if she is gone from our lives, she is now back with her Grammy, giving her a lot of nudges and in return, she is getting a lot of pets.