Random Ramblings
Yesterday Bella and I decided to leave life behind for a bit and ramble. We headed off down the hill to the creek bottoms to see what we could see. As we walked along the tree line the sporadic crash of bounding white tails startled us. But we were both too wise to give chase; those waving white tails let us know we'd be out-bounded in no time. In winter it seems eerie down in the pastures, abandoned. The wind sighs across the field, and Bella chases field mice through their grassy tunnels, her butt up in the air, tail wagging. Her joy in the simple pleasures of life always make me smile. For all that I did not want a dog, I have learned through her to enjoy the tranquility of the moment. The bone-white upper limbs of the sycamore ghost over the meadow; seeming to float through the leafless wood. Winter is their time to glow, to outshine their companions. And I think that no matter how stark and haunted life should become, perhaps th...