I’m hard pressed to find something to write about today.  Perhaps I should set mornings to write.  I certainly was awake early today with the realization that I had forgotten to bring the bedding plants inside last evening.  And the overnight low was -3 C!  It was luck that no harm was done.  But I brought them in for a little warm up.

I found Sheba sleeping in the pale morning light, with her toys around her.  She can sound so fierce at times, but mostly she’s just a big suck, needing a lot of cuddles and pats.

The morning was warm and sunny as we set out on our walk.  I wondered how many miles we have covered in our 7 1/2 years together, wandering down back alleys, trudging through snowdrifts, ambling along winding paths and walking the straight and narrow.

There was nothing wild about our outings except for occasional fields of dandelions in the summer.  But I would have to say that they energized our spirits and restored our souls.

I life my face to catch the sun and drink in the sweet nectar of its rays.