Thursday, May 15, 2025. 44* Sun
Soleil bathes in the pond, shines in my eyes through the blinds. Overnight the artist has been here with a palette of green decorating trees. She painted outside the fence grass green; inside the fence she skipped not wanting the three to have green feet.
Yesterday Zayne had several baths indulging himself, rolling about, absorbing Soleil’s warmth burned into black soil that doesn’t grow grass. Petting him was like shaking a dust cloth.
Morning is alive with song and opening leaves. Birds carrying nest-building things, fly under the deck – the dogs’ shady place. Hmm. That will be interesting.
When we lived in Oklahoma a Phoebe built her nest under the porch roof where the framing had not been boxed in. A perfect shelf, a loft without a railing, a protected place, or so you’d think. The nesting bird didn’t mind humans or dogs coming and going through the front door or sitting on the porch in rocking chairs next to a bush of roses. One day there was no bird, only a snake.
Nature is the source of all true knowledge.
She has her own logic, her own laws,
she has no effect without cause
nor invention without necessity. --da Vinci
Photo: LJ Austin
