some one needs a hug...
carol give the man a hug
Gary Woods wrote:
It's a Celtic thing; sometimes I even dream in minor keys:
I was feeling a bit down today, reasons unimportant and personal, so
I took
a walk down to my pond, accompanied by my elderly pathetic dog*. The
weather is unseasonably cold, the skies leaden and featureless. Even
the
wooded path through pine trees is silent, monochromatic, and dull.
Not
much different from yesterday; the bog iris are sprouting ever so
slowly,
and the hardy lilies I re-potted a week or so ago are putting up
tentative
leaves to feel for the sunlight that isn't there. Not even warm or
buggy
enough to tempt the bass to put on a show.
So, Luka and I just stood quietly by the water's edge doing nothing
in
particular.
Then, the only gap in the clouds aligned with what I guess must have
been
the sun for about a minute. I saw that the stem from the newly
planted
lotus actually does have a leaf trying to unfurl, and the world
changed,
briefly, to Kodachrome!
So, spring is out there somewhere, and I'm sure it will show up on
its
schedule, not mine. Life's like that too. I just need the
occasional
reminder.
Think I'll plant some seeds.
Peace,
Gary Woods AKA K2AHC- PGP key on request, or at
home.earthlink.net/~garygarlic
Zone 5/6 in upstate New York, 1420' elevation. NY WO G
*This isn't just my opinion; everybody who sees Luka says, "What a
nice
little pathetic dog!"
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