I wake with him on my mind, wondering if he is okay? I try to bury myself in a book, but keep having to reread passages. We do a quick trip to Costco, opening the watermelon popsicles, and eat one on the way home.
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I pick a bouquet of lettuce before heading out the door to spend the morning with Percy. We play nonstop, as his imagination surges. I take my lead from him, letting him lead the way. I stay and eat lunch with him and head home with a full heart.
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After his bath, he took refuge in the softness of the sweet woodruff. It took awhile for him to forgive me.
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I work in the garden all morning; I water, deadhead and pick two tiny tomatoes. I also see the snake. Later we hang the new photos, I had printed, on the wall. We end up moving things around a bit until I find an arrangement that I like. He is patient with me, knowing how I am often undecided just where I want things to land. The heat keeps me inside with a new book until early evening, when I wander out to see if the squirrel, Baker chased up a tree, had made it down.
He did…
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The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.”
~ William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace
The weather is perfect; the sun is out and I swear I can sit back and actually see the veggies growing. The lake glitters in the distance, while the flowers bloom in every corner of the yard. It is indeed the start, of a beautiful day.
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