I was sitting out in the yard last night watching the stars and enjoying the full moon. That’s when I got a brilliant idea. Let’s just say, I was inspired! I theorized that singing Christmas carols would somehow speed time up and make winter arrive sooner. It works in the beginning of November for those “early bird Christmas carol” people (you know the ones, the people who have carols going while their jack-o-lantern is still fresh; the same people who put out Valentine’s candy in the stores when we should be after-Christmas shopping!)!
So I sat straight up and in true form, I tipped my head back and began to sing. I began with the first thing that came to mind which was “It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas.” The words were hopeful on my lips. I paused and looked around. I even felt the air temperature. No change. Time to try another song. I began with the sweet lilting line, “silent night….” when my friendly neighbor, Lucy the black lab, showed up and exclaimed “no, it isn’t!” Oops. At least most ideas seem brilliant at first. It was worth a shot!
Let the adventure begin!
I saw a bumper sticker that made me cringe….”forever summer” …that’s what it said. I shudder at the thought! I am beginning to wonder if that is indeed what is happening here. It is STILL summer. The air is still warm and even a little muggy. There is no frost on my pumpkin. There is no wood smoke in the air. There are no orange-wearing hunters wandering the woods. It seems that it may forever be summer, for there are no visible signs of Fall yet. I hope that the bumper stickers are just a cruel joke on someone’s part and that it will not indeed be forever summer! There’s only one way to find out….
Let the waiting continue!
Okay, more pictures today. These are Fred the llama’s friends. They hang out in my woods because there is a little grassy bench nearby. I usually use this spot to watch for the first snowflake, but these llamas look down most of the time, going from one blade of grass to another. The white one is my favorite, her name is Snowy (what a great name, huh?)! She had a baby last year and his name is Zoro because of that mask he was born with. He is a runner and likes to try to play chase with me. He stands and scratches his foot on the ground and then takes off. Since he is just a kid still, I try to let him win when we are racing, or at least think he’s winning right up until the last second, and then I speed up and win. He is getting a little harder to beat, but don’t tell him that!
Let the llama adventure begin!
I decided to walk in the woods and snap some pictures of some friends from the woods nearby. The one-year old puppies are brother and sister, Dozer (brown and white) and Indy (all brown). They are half Anatolian Shepherd and half Bernese Mountain Dog. Their dad is the fawn-colored, a full Anatolian Shepherd named Blaze. When I am bored, I hang out with them. They aren’t just plain runners like me. They are more like guard dogs; they sleep and wait to hear something of interest and then they take off like a racehorse coming out of the starting gates. That’s the part of hanging out with them that I like. The napping, I can do at home; but those dogs are fast! It is so fun to try to keep up with them. I talked Tepkins the frog into making a disturbance in the woods so the dogs would take off running and we could skip the napping part on one particular day, but the problem is these dogs are really smart. They knew what Tepkins was up to and completely ignored him. I still hang out with them to pass the time even if only for the possibility of the run.
Let the running adventure begin!
The trip was a success! I have a freezer full of Salmon and crab. The fish were biting and the change of scenery helped to pass the time.
But as Dorothy said, “there’s no place like home.”
Never underestimate the power of home. Home is a comforting force of nature that can not be explained, but only felt. The sights are familiar, the things that go bump in the night only soothe and never startle you at home, the smells flood the mind with a sense of belonging. Home is a good place. It is easy to forget that when you take it for granted. That was enough adventure this time.
Let the peace and quiet begin!
Sometimes life requires a little more adventure than other times. When you feel like things around home are beginning to get dull, the only thing you can do is declare a “road trip” and set off. And so that is what I’ve done. I don’t normally like to venture beyond my comfortable woods. The smell of the pines and crisp mountain air are “home” to me. But tonight I will call the beach home. The salty air and frizzy fur will be a nice contrast and, if nothing more, they will help me appreciate the comforts of home … even if “home” is still experiencing summer.
Let the salty adventure begin!
Okay, I was wrong. The storm clouds have rolled off and have left humidity in their place. That’s right, the “hot as a llama” weather is back. Looks like I will wile the time away scratching mosquito bites and panting…..at least for a while longer.
Let the scratching and panting begin!
It’s that beautiful time of summer. There are storm clouds and cool breezes. It’s a tease that Fall could be nearby. It’s a reprieve from my constant panting and hiding in the shade. The huckleberries line the bushes in the woods and the nights are just a little bit longer and a little bit cooler. Surely it must almost be Fall!
Let the adventure begin!
Where did the saying “dog tired” come from? Not all dogs are typically tired, are they? Okay, Lucy the black lab is almost always asleep when I go to her place. But that’s just one dog. I’m a dog, and I can often be found doing other things. I love adventure! I tried to hibernate through summer and couldn’t even really properly nap to pass the time. What about being “dog awake” or “dog adventurous”? I like the sound of that!
Let the “dog adventure” begin!
Who decided that the word “husky” would mean that someone is built stocky, heavy set, or big boned? There is even a clothing size called “husky” (which is not to be confused with the other clothing size “slim” – humph). I am a runner; that’s what all huskies love to do. I’m not “husky” and yet I am a husky. Confusing, isn’t it?! I’ll admit that at times my fur is a little fluffy, but all in all I have a rather athletic look. I saw a Saint Bernard the other day that looked like it had eaten one too many bowls of kibble, if you catch my drift. He didn’t look like much of a runner, either. Maybe the size could be renamed “Saint Bernard”?
Let the husky adventure begin!