Well, I don’t know about you, but for us it’s been “one of those summers.” Long, beautiful, hot, (at times) stormy and punctuated by curveballs. There’s been a lot to take care of, tend to, fix, arrange…a lot of emotions to be felt…loss, sadness, elation, hope. There’s been work of every description. The kind that pays. The kind that rewards you with a clean load of laundry. The kind that requires delicacy, stillness and a careful tongue. All kinds. So blogging has been a luxury. As have walking, daydreaming, knitting…those activities that need time to unwind themselves and us with them.
A couple days ago, the dog we are babysitting—we call him “Doggy-in-law”—said “Enough is enough. It’s time for a walk.” He was quite right, of course, so we headed for the fields. I showed you the state of the fields in my last post, so you can see that the set designer has dramatically changed the look of the stage. Weedy chaos has been replaced by neat, brown clods of dirt. They have always looked to me like the enormous curved backs of benevolent, sleeping animals. Warm in the sun, concealing a beating heart.
Doggy-in-law was thrilled and flattered to see that it was all the same color he is, brown being the new black, and all that. He scampered around running up and down, this way and that, inspecting scents and droppings and buzzing winged things. I tried to capture his noble “look” but he would not oblige, preferring instead to present his hindquarters posed just-so next to the sunflowers in the second field.
I’d hoped to show them to you facing the sun, but I’ve let too much time slip by. They are heavy with seeds and most of them hang down forlornly. But still, cliché that they are, they are lovely to behold. And so concluded our walk.
Then it was back to the work at hand. Back to the calling, tugging exigencies of life. Back and back and back…
Have a lovely day, one and all.