How is it that I’ve woke up, on my own, at 4:00 am exactly two days in a row? I’m serious. How does that happen?
There was a sweet pink sunrise this morning when I went outside to bring the trash down to the road.
Charlie sat down in the recliner after dinner. Gracie knows whoever sits there is a potential petter. She went right over, sat right against his feet and gently placed her paw on his foot. All she wants is a half-assed foot petting. Just take your foot and rub it back and forth on her back while you sit and watch tv. That’s all.
I walked the trail behind my house this afternoon. It was oddly quiet. Usually I can hear the hum of the Pike in the distance. For most of the trail, the forest floor is covered with rust colored oak leaves. But part of the trail heads up to a higher elevation. The floor changes from the rust colored leaves, to rust colored pine needles. A pine forest. And it’s like a different world. There are tons of young pine trees this year. Their needles are long and fine, a vibrant green. They are soft, welcoming, happy trees.
I read this today:
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
– Marcel Proust