I spy something in the meadow. Sometimes you have to look very closely …
And sometimes, they just come rushing to greet you – like my buddy Noah, who I see fairly often.
I love my workday walks on the trail behind our offices.
I never know who, or what, I’ll meet.
Today I spied Presley and Sienna.
I almost mistook Presley for a Jack Rabbit.
Presley, it turns out, is on his third home.
He started as an apartment dog, but needed space to run and dig.
Then, he became a family dog, until he got lost in the shuffle of kids and kid activity schedules.
Hopefully, he has found his third and final home with Wendy. She volunteers at a local shelter and seems to truly understand the needs of a high energy Weimaraner.
Sienna certainly seems to enjoy his company.
If a tired dog is a happy dog, then Presley and Sienna must be very happy dogs indeed.
Great to meet you. See you in the meadow. 🙂
As the season starts to turn, it seems to happen at a snail’s pace…literally.
It’s like the orchestra tuning to find that perfect pitch.
Things seems to unfold in starts and fits, and we keep saying…”just wait.”
And then, after an almost unbearable pause…the symphony begins.
Every tree is dressed in leaves and blossoms,
and every sleepy plant and creature awakens.
When I am away during the week, I miss the Memorial Garden. This weekend, the return took my breath away.
The earth is alive;
the creatures so busy;
and the gardeners so hardworking –
except for Yule, who just keeps us company.
Spring brings the dogs out in force,
and from their stories, we have learned this: symphonies have more than one movement –
and you can bury a lot of troubles by digging in the dirt.