Summer Under the Lily Moon
Sat out back on the deck after supper tonight. Vines, trees, vegetables, grass, flowers all bursting with greens showcasing their vitality. It looks like we have a homestead in the Smoky Mountains.
The dogs came and went, nuzzling then exploring. Rigel ejected herself from the deck when a noisy engine neared our truck gate. She barked. Vega didn’t appear at all, deep in the woods on some mission of her own. Gertie, still recovering from her wounds, stayed around and Kona, the spry old dog, sniffed, wandered.
I want to be like Kona when I’m old. Fit, curious, and able to sleep with the door off my crate. She’s my role model.
Kate made another delicious and nutritious meal. July. Be glad, the days are getting shorter. The sun cannot rake us like this forever.
