Husband and I took a hike today. We started late because I realized Daughter had used up all the memory in the camera and she had been so creative in the process, that I just couldn’t delete any of her “short films” to make room for photos. It took about half an hour to upload everything. I’d missed last week’s hike when they found an eagles’ nest and saw the owl that lives in those woods, so I was looking forward to that. I brought my canvas bag to collect “treasures”. I hadn’t been back there since the wild fire happened back in may. It sure has recovered since.
|Two days after the 1st. wildfire I took this photo from the house. It had rekindled.|
I don’t know if it was because this time we walked without Daughter but it seemed like a shorter hike… a lot shorter. Anyhow, when we were almost at the nest site the eagles were on their way out and flew right above us. The nest was empty when we got there and we waited and waited and finally headed back, hoping to find the owl. No luck either. So I took my “How tiny I am and how big is the world” shot and kept on walking. Husband helped me collect some more plants for our little backyard pond. I should say some more snacks for the Boys, who eat every single plant I try to get established around the pond.
Back at home, thirsty and all we headed straight back to the pond, put the plants in the ground and then I saw it… one little tomato ready to be enjoyed and celebrated, even though the plant looks so sad and dry. Little tomato even had a smile for me and I honored that smile and ate it… all of it… sweet delicious little multicolored tomato.
I noticed that the sugar cane has shoots coming out, can’t wait to harvest some of the older stalks and chew the sweetness out of it while sipping a delicious cup of Mexican Ponche de Frutas. I stared at the Boys for a while, very relaxing activity, to the point of deciding to just sit down on the grass and enjoy the blessing of having the time to take it all in. I took a few shots of the sky as a big cloud came rolling in, wrapped my camera in my bandana and stuffed it under my shirt, laid my little canvas bag under my head and just laid down.
When the clouds open and so did my eyes I noticed that someone had stayed with me the whole time, and my mind went off with the same though I’ve had for the past three weeks every time I’ve looked at him: “You killed my Girls, my beautiful and beloved chickens”. He came closer , chewing on a piece of a broken rubber ball, sat down next to me and gave me this look, sort of: “What’s with you today? Now you’re just acting like a dog, laying there, staring at the tiny flowers, smelling the grass…”
And I looked at him, so happy, all rained on, chewing on that old leftover of a toy, wagging his little tail, smiling.
|He was there the whole time.|
|“What’s with you today? Now you’re just acting like a dog, laying there, staring at the tiny flowers, smelling the grass…”|
It’s been a little difficult for me to get over the death of my Girls, and after all, he is a dog, and dogs do that, they sometimes kill small animals, and I loved those chickens so much...
Anyway, if the trade off for healing my feelings about the dog are moments like the one we had today, so be it. I’m game.
|I guess the fairies of the good have moved into our garden. And I'm not just saying that, we had a brief visit from a big time fairy of the good.|
|Daughter made this sign yesterday, and built a bridge between the two piles of mulch, so the fairies of the good could get to their new home. |