Taking a Break from the Celebrations....
...to say that Ollie is home. Our daughter picked him up today. She said he's doing great, played all night and finally crashed...
...on her slippers.
...on her slippers.
Luke: A Mary Oliver Poem
I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her dark head and her wet nose touching the face of every one with its petals of silk with its fragrance rising into the air where the bees, their bodies heavy with pollen hovered - and easily she adored every blossom not in the serious careful way that we choose this blossom or that blossom the way we praise or don't praise - the way we love or don't love - but the way we long to be - that happy in the heaven of earth - that wild, that loving. poem from "Red Bird" photos from my personal file of my dog and a rose from one of our bushes
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