Hector, the Wheaten Terrier, is my faithful friend. He sleeps when I write, but a few times during the day he comes up to me, stretches, and yawns. He wants to go out for a walk. I am so grateful to have him remind me that some fresh air and movement is vital and uplifting when I sit for so many hours, I don't care about the weather. It's always refreshing and I live in a beautiful country. Our neighbor has spring lambs right next to our house. Their tiny voices bleat. They hop, play, and wag their tails when they nurse. Nature is wonderful.