Is there anything better than spending an autumn afternoon with friends under the shade of an old oak tree?
I’m thinking not.
“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.