Sure it’s hot, still cherish this day.
Winter’s just a mere three months away.
“Once we have learned to look with equal joy upon the movements of a butterfly as we do upon travel to distant lands, we can forgive the world for those things it has withheld for us.” —Kent Nerburn.
My dog Junie B. is a wee one, but very wise.
She finds her bliss in the early morning hours on our back porch listening as the cardinals call her name.
And watching while the butterflies dance their figure eights.
There was a time when this former 3 pound stray was full of wanderlust.
Though Junie B. found excitement, she soon learned that living life as a stray in dark alleys of the big city offered little.
These days my girl is content to just live in the moment. And this moment she has propped herself up on her soft quilted pillow, waiting for a daily belly rub.
That may be her favorite moment of them all.
And I do believe it could be mine as well.
When you live in the midwest, you never take a warm autumn day for granted.
At least I don’t.
So I chose this Sunday to stop by a farm I’m very fond of to see some friends.
They immediately ran up the hill to greet me.
It was if I they had something to share.
So did I, but I spoke first.
“Hey friends, snow flurries are forecast for later this week!”
They took off in a tizzy, though still managed to share a couple of smiles.
As for me and their Newfie guard dog, we peacefully looked at the crimson and gold trees and sparking water below.
We weren’t going to waste even a minute with worry on this beautiful day.
“That’s what winter’s for, right?” I said to the Newfie.
I think he nodded in agreement.
He then very calmly nodded off.
And so did I.