A Wednesday morning in November, for Bob
Tag: Gryfe
Antidote
Oh gosh, today has Monday written all over it. It started cold and predictably grey after a week or more of dark and dreary days. Where's that brilliant October slant of light that's made to cheer us even as November stealthily stalks us? But I see a glimmer this afternoon, sunlight on the hills, picking… Continue reading Antidote
We had a little party
Our goofy, neurotic, lovable, thinks-he's-a-lap-dog dog turned six today. Which makes him (as a friend pointed out) 42 in dog years. He still wants to hike for hours, and he jumps like a kangaroo in the unmown hay field by the river, but he's also content lately to nap half the day away, and he's… Continue reading We had a little party
52 Photos ~ How I start my day
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These photos are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.
52 Photos ~ At the end of the day
http://youtu.be/Hk1CDlv-WnE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These photos and post are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.
The beating of these fragile wings
Gryfe turned five this week. He's in that wonderful doggy sweet spot between puppy and old dog. He doesn't chew things up that don't belong to him (he never actually did), he doesn't need non-stop activity and attention (he begs to differ), but he's got energy to go hiking for as long as I want… Continue reading The beating of these fragile wings
All this and a mystery, too
Rainy day. I've been quite inclined to do very little. But the dog will have none of that. We walked in the rain, which is actually very fun, assuming 1) you abandon yourself to getting wet, and, 2) you can come home to dry, clean clothes. The walking gave me time to think about words… Continue reading All this and a mystery, too
52 Photos ~ Conversation
Like many people who write for a living, I sit here alone at my computer much of the day and mutter. Not to myself, mind you. The cats, with their interrogative tails and their insistent meows, are always making demands disguised as questions. When are you going to feed us? What's that on the counter?… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Conversation
Five fun things for Friday
:: Sleet! Ice! Hail! Snow! This makes me happy. Why? Because it's April and it just won't last. Enjoy your last gasp, winter. I'll see you next November. :: In the mornings, the dog gets up with the rest of us, goes outside, has his breakfast, begs for H's breakfast, stands by the door as… Continue reading Five fun things for Friday
