Walking The Dog
and other domestic thoughts
Let the pictures of this post tell a calm story of sweet walks beside the hazelnut orchard because I don't have much time to tell anything. I must get ready and leave for work soon. I do most of my writing in the morning. This is my time. Except for when I'm working in the mornings which is three mornings a week now. I am a creature of habit.
Just like my dog. Chick is the best dog in the world. She won't let anyone hurt us. She is our little guardian and a huge love to those who mean us no harm. She's eager to explore like a child.
Always putting her nose into the danger zone. This red winged wasp is kind of beautiful in a terrifying way but Chick just sees "Frantic thing with wings" and must investigate. 
It is hard not to love a being that so joyfully runs towards you every time you call. Who, with ears and tongue flapping would give you the earth in her spit if only she could figure out how to haul it to your feet.
It's also hard not to love a State who's sky is so breathtaking at all times of the year. Shifting and moving, never still. The atmosphere is always cracking open here. I just got my first rose catalog in the mail- from Pickering. It has reminded me that this year I must track down and order a dog rose ("rosa canina" is it's unsurprising name). I want it for it's hips. It's one of the very oldest species roses. Wild roses aren't generally suitable for the city garden, but I want one to climb either my fence or my house. The rose hips are ultimately what I'm after. The rose hips on the dog rose have the highest concentration of vitamin C of all the roses. (So I've read.) So if anyone knows of a source, please tell me!
Pickering has great prices and the shipping isn't too bad. I got some from them this past year and the ones that I actually got in the ground are doing pretty well.
The minutes are dropping away from my clock like the leaves from my Elephant Heart plum tree. Oops...not sure yet if the tree is dying or reacting to fall. I guess we'll have to wait til next spring to find out.
I need two hours to write most of my posts. There's the writing, the linking, the editing, the re-reading, the font adjustments, the swearing at Blogger, and finally the post comes up all shiny and new. No time for all that this morning. Damn. So if there are typos and broken links...forgive my sloppy. I go a little crazier than normal if I don't do a post every morning.
A creature of habit, like my dog. I don't insult myself at all. To be my dog is to fly through hazelnut orchards with ears flapping, investigating alarmingly big holes in the ground (Max thinks they're snake holes and is scared of them) and spreading my bald enthusiasm in so many liters of drool. It's a good life.
Pickering has great prices and the shipping isn't too bad. I got some from them this past year and the ones that I actually got in the ground are doing pretty well.
The minutes are dropping away from my clock like the leaves from my Elephant Heart plum tree. Oops...not sure yet if the tree is dying or reacting to fall. I guess we'll have to wait til next spring to find out.
I need two hours to write most of my posts. There's the writing, the linking, the editing, the re-reading, the font adjustments, the swearing at Blogger, and finally the post comes up all shiny and new. No time for all that this morning. Damn. So if there are typos and broken links...forgive my sloppy. I go a little crazier than normal if I don't do a post every morning.
A creature of habit, like my dog. I don't insult myself at all. To be my dog is to fly through hazelnut orchards with ears flapping, investigating alarmingly big holes in the ground (Max thinks they're snake holes and is scared of them) and spreading my bald enthusiasm in so many liters of drool. It's a good life.