sweet Stella

It’s sometimes hard to believe she’s eleven years old. Recently someone saw her and was quite surprised to learn her age. Stella’s been a challenging dog at times – very quick to learn; quickly bored; on walks paying less attention to me than I was accustomed to in my dogs; wary of unfamiliar people; still occasionally letting loose that cattle dog shriek. I had to learn new ways of in-seeing, both into her specifically, dogs in general, and myself. She’s not a perfect dog but no dog is. She’s more than good enough.

My life, my self, is much richer for owning her.

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Rain

Rain

We’ve had a long dry-ish spell, little rain has fallen since mid-May. We’re getting some very welcome precipitation this morning and the radar suggest more is coming today. That’s good, the water level in our ran barrels was getting uncomfortably low.

Rain is a blessing, filling barrels, watering the garden, lawn, farmers’ fields which were looking dry, leaving puddles for the birds to bathe in. I give thanks for rain as I try to give thanks for all things.

Journey

Journey

It’s been a hectic week-plus. Faye put in over 100 hours of work in eleven days. In addition to my contributions to household management I needed to keep the garden alive and try to keep up the many, many other talents she so enthusiastically and ably contributes to keeping our home running and in such fine shape. My appreciation of all you do, sweetie, is doubly, triply reinforced during these times. Life is a journey and along the way it’s important to stop, look around, see, smell, hear, and appreciate all that we are given.

Now that Fayes’ done working I’ll pick up the pace of my blogging a little.