Today temperatures here were in the fifties. I spent pretty much all day outside with the dogs and in the woods. The pictures here are by no means refined. They are, like today was, natural, unrehearsed, and free for the taking.
Brewster knows when the deer are nearby. Look at his ears.
And Lady, the Cavalier King Charles, well, she just likes to play and to be made much of.
The little bucks come out early. The big ones wait till dark. (Something about age and wisdom.)
I completed a book, too. I could sit outside and read forever on days like this. I piddled in the woods around the house. I raked leaves. I love to use my granddaddy’s old yard tools and remember him. I see his knotty hands with their bluish veins in my mind, clear as today’s sky. I picked up limbs. I hiked with the dogs. We watched the birds enjoy the sunflower seeds I laid out. We watched Jo-Jo, our cat, sun herself and stretch, and eye the birds. Her tail curled and uncurled like a hairy question mark. And I’m a good tired now, having studied and prepared for tomorrow’s gathering of the saints, where we will assemble and study and sing and pray to, and because of, the Author of days like this.