The dogs' bowls were empty. Max had wandered around the corner of the house, probably on down to the doghouse, calling it a night. Belle lay near me, gnawing on a bone.
I had a few hours left in the day after seven hours (on my feet) at the winery and a long walk with the puppies. Potential to-do's flipped through my mind like cards in a rolodex...
And yet there I sat, butt frozen to my rocking chair, mesmerized by the rhythmic chirp-chirps of the crickets, the bass croaking of the frogs, the steady singing of the little waterfall below me.
I rocked and watched the blue of a cloudless eastern sky deepen... watched a blink of a crescent moon appear in the west... tried to think of a way to describe the color of the sunset...
No clouds. Nothing dramatic. Just a golden, pinkish, blue...
...and that's when I heard it, the buzzing in my ear. Mosquito. Time to go in.
But despite the mosquitos and other bugs, Earth is a great place to live, isn't it?
Happy Earth Day!
Now, the apology...
In yesterday's post, I mentioned a dead armadillo we discovered on the property, and that we suspected our puppies, trying to protect us from great danger, had something to do with its demise.
Well, I think everyone knows armadillos are pretty harmless.
But coral snakes aren't, and we're pretty sure the dogs also had something to do with the demise of this one pictured below...
Red and yella kill a fella. Yep, coral snake.
We found it dead and decaying on the side of our driveway back in March, and yet I never once posted about it. Oh, I intended to, but there's that time thing...
But that's no excuse. I should have bragged about my ferocious, courageous, heroic puppies at the time, so that's why I'm officially apologizing to them now.
Will you forgive me, Belle and Max?
Pretty please?
Pretty, pretty please? We'll take an extra walk tomorrow...
Whew. I think I'm forgiven.
Sweet dogs.
Sweet Earth.
