Sunday, April 22, 2012

some days I must just sit tilting my head back and bask in the...

the overlapping voices calling, the myriad of scents, the chill of the green blades and heat of the sun's direct kiss. the puppy playdate with Michael, Rosie and Maybe has come and gone. i tilt sunward and can hear the grass pushing upward through the dirt. swinging back I slowly flip to another page and my pup, younger than I originally thought, sleeps on the velvet green blades below my feet.



plus a little rambling hunt but only a few were ready to pop in my mouth...well and Dopty laid down on some ripe ones as well.

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