Saturday, May 10, 2025, 44.4* Grey
Fully charged, cleaned, my right hearing aid is not listening. There is no bird serenade to welcome this saturated Saturday. Ruger stands on the deck looking back deciding if he really wants to go walking in the rain. “Go on” is enough encouragement for him to get wet. For once, Zsolt is the second to come in, not asking to go back out. Zayne doesn’t want to stand in line to be dried with a not so dry beach towel; I get one quick head-to-tail swipe on his way to the sofa.
More trees are showing leaves. Wildflower seeds, a mix not of particular interest to deer, are sprouting in sandy soil. I hope nothing else decides to munch the tender shoots. My rugs with a light background, in some places still white, tell the story of black soil with no grass blanket. Dog hair has begun to snuggle against baseboards, to hide behind bedroom doors, to rest under furniture. Seasons can be recognized by shedding.
He changes times and seasons;
He deposes kings and raises up others.
He gives wisdom to the wise
and knowledge to the discerning.
Daniel 2:21 NIV
Photo: LJ Austin
