The Fuzzy One and I started our walk late today. It was 8 am as we got moving. She usually wakes me up by whining between 6 and 6:30 every morning, but this morning, not a peep. She is sporting a brand new bright pink collar today with a new tag fresh from the vet which she had to sniff thoroughly before approving. She’s a very particular dog and if she doesn’t like something, she’ll let you know.
On our way down the driveway we found deer tracks. Large deer tracks. Sophie’s footprints are about 2 1/2″ wide and these were easily that big. I wish I could have seen that deer. So does Sophie. Yesterday at the unlikely time of 3 pm, I watched a doe and fawn trot through the soybean field down to the woods by the road. The wildlife we see here is amazing. Deer, coyote, fox, raccoon, snakes, frogs, and many types of waterfowl and birds. Along the ditches there are many different types of wildflowers, vines, cattails, brush and shrubs. Something I’ve never understood is people going out for a jog or a walk and wearing ear buds, listening to music. (Of course I don’t understand the jogging either.) I can’t imagine missing all the sounds of the world. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve been a musician and music lover most of my life but when you’re outside, there is so much to take in. If you’re concentrating on music you miss a lot. Like this morning, quite a few swallows were sitting on the edge of my garage squawking there displeasure about something. What a great cacophony of sound! They all flew away when the Fuzzy One walked over to investigate.
My farmer, I call him “my farmer” because he owns all the land where I live, cut his hay three days ago. I love the smell of fresh cut hay. He raked it a few times to get it to dry better and baled it yesterday. He had his son and grandson’s for help. It’s good to see the grandkid’s learning about these kind of things. This country could not survive without farmers. I think we could survive without Monsanto though, but that’s another post. Unfortunately, my farmer feels he must spray his crops with pesticides. Whenever he does, I close all the windows and we stay inside for the rest of the day. I don’t need to grow an extra eye.
My father passed away this summer and my brother and I have been going through his things. I swear my Dad kept everything he ever owned. I found an old desk in his garage and brought it home. The top is in pretty rough shape but the thing is quite sound and I’m writing this post on top of it right now. I turned it over this morning to clean it and found gum stuck to the bottom. I’m sure my Dad would have found the gum also, so he must have left it there. I left it there too.
So, there is a slice of my life for you to digest. My wife is working this weekend. She works overnights, so she is sleeping now. It’s a good time to get some things done, like putting out a new blog post. And laundry. There’s always laundry.