Four Years of the Dog

Purpose:

be there when they wake up

be there with a wagging tail

be there to warm the bed

be there to snuggle

be there to blend in with the furniture

be there to make them stop and smile

be there to make them laugh out loud

be there to bring the ball

catch the ball

bring the ball, catch the ball, bring the ball, catch the ball, bring the ball
be there when there's cheese within sniffing distance

be there to bark at shadows, squirrels, opossums, dogs on TV

be there to beg pretty

sit pretty

roll over pretty

break-dance

be there always

be there the same

be there when they come home

be there constant as the constellations -   
be their Bebe

Happy 4th Birthday, Bebe!

Felix Sweet Sixteen

old green eyes still wise

silky soft fur ripples, purrs -

blessed cat's nine lives

Earthly Sweetness

Today, I unearthed the last of the summer garden. I smell like oregano, basil, rosemary and tomatoes, all I need is a little cheese and I'd be scrumptious pizza! All the herbs but the ever-growing rosemary have been pulled, and when I removed the thick of the tomato vines I discovered four volunteer corn plants. It won't be long before the squirrels discover them, too! Aside from Bebe, a garden snake, two extraordinarily large lizards, several bees and a few doves kept me company as I uprooted long red earth worms while I tugged, grunted and finally released the last of the summer vegetables. A quarter of the garden is lush with green sweet potato vines which occasionally bloom with morning glory like purple flowers. Today, I mustered up enough courage to dig beneath the roots to see if there were any fruits of my labor. Low and behold, two sweet potatoes! I know there are plenty more, but from the looks of the ones I pulled, I think I'll wait a few more weeks to unearth the remaining 80 or so lurking below the surface.