Wednesday, July 6, 2016

5.31.16 Ever so slowly

     Down by the farmers fields the tractors were at work from sun up to sundown, the farmers all out in the blazing sun, cutting down eye-high green blue grasses, and deeply turning the silt rich soil for the coming growing season. Not one inch overlooked.
     So we threw a lousy old ball til he found a good ball we'd lost in the grasses , that this little Pit smells out and grabs and leaves back on the road all the time. Huh.
     We strolled in the baked dry road and the breeze reined in the sun and there were delicious mud puddles from the delicious rains last night that he rolled and soaked in and drank and lay in some more, tennis ball happily bobbing by his side .
     Til we turned from the silent woods where hot avians awaited a cooler afternoon, and we left behind mud and talk grasses and bunny hopping dogs seeking wild turkey hens, and breathed deeply and felt like maybe things were getting maybe a little better and maybe a little stronger , as we slowly made our way home.


 

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