Ella lifts her head from sleep, listens to the sound of the snowblower, cocks her had, lifts a floppy ear. I wonder if she remembers it from last year. The first time she saw snow, she ran in circles around the small tress in the front yard, leaped like a rabbit in and out of it. Today, after she woke me up to take her outside at 4:00, she stood in the doorway of the mudroom, felt the wind and saw the snow, and asked to stay inside. When I insisted that she needed to do what she asked to come out for, she went down into the yard and reluctantly circled if a few times and came back in. Now she’s back in bed, dozing while I write, her had back down, ignoring the snowblower outside.
Maybe if we ignore it, it will go away.