Friday. The end of the work week. A chance to get caught up. Or a chance to review what got done and reset for next week what didn’t.
Friday afternoon. The start of the weekend; a shift in routine for two days. A lull…a moment in time to be deliberate…to just breathe. Experience. Be.
Got home from work, had dinner, then headed out to the field, to the strategically located dirt pile (yeah, it’s a thing) to fill a pot to plant the snap peas.
Filled the pot with dirt, then went off to admire daffies….
…picked up a few sticks on the way back to the ATV, and evaluated the situation…
…for which the only logical solution is a quick trip to the creek, that no one protested.
My girl dog is a big fan of big sticks.
“I have my stick.”
“And I can let it go…”
“…and bring it back again…”
…and again and again.
Srsly. I have to impersonate a blackjack dealer: show them my hands are completely empty … “No more sticks!” … before they reluctantly come out.
Have you tried reasoning with a Hairy Beast lately? Especially one with *that face* …
In the end, I prevailed. Bribed them, if I’m honest, with another run. To be rewarded with a lovely late afternoon perspective.