Summer and the Greenhouse Moon II

Dog journal: Went in the back to check on Artemis, as I like to do in the morning. She’s fine. This followed an interesting session with the Ancient Brothers on senses.

I stopped. The two Squash Plants looked a bit weak, but happy in their spots. When I stopped I heard one Bird song, then two. The chitter of an Insect and the chatter of Squirrels. My eyes turned to the bright blue Pentstemon and the busy Bumblebees going from bell to bell, seeking nectar and gathering pollen.

The exhaust fan kicked on in the greenhouse as Great Sol rose higher in the Sky.

Shadow ignored me. She ran a short distance and a Blue Jay launched off the Ground and flew onto a nearby Lodgepole. Shadow watched it go, then watched after it landed. All of her engaged in the moment.

It hit me then how much the backyard had to offer for Shadow. The smells of Flowers. Of dead and decaying Animals. Of Blue Jays on the Ground. Of neighbor Dogs. Of Animals who passed during the night. Shadow senses.

The Squirrels chatted across Lodgepoles and Shadow craned her neck to see them. A Breeze blew through the longer Grasses over the leech-field. Aspen Leaves quaked. Little movement in the Lodgepoles.

From time to time Mule Deer and Elk come to dine on luxuriant Grasses and yellow Dandelions. Again, a Shadow sense moment.

When Eleanor or Leo or Annie and Luna or Natalie’s Dogs come, the backyard is spacious enough for them to run, run, run. A playground, too.

It’s no wonder Shadow, still a Puppy, still discovering her world, likes the backyard. Revels in it.

There is, too, the instance of the missing Snow, which she loved. Running. Ducking her head into drifts. Digging for Voles. Since this was her first winter she can’t know that Snow will come again. I’m sure it will make her happy.