If only this could go on forever. Perfect Weather.
I wake, cuddled on the sofa, with the hum from the basement signaling warmth is on its way.
Savoring the heat, I hear the click, click, click and then whoosh as the burners light in the kitchen. The high-pitch whistle of the teakettle. I know this means the female will soon wander in to open the blinds. I am up. When she heads back, I follow for breakfast.
Then it’s bustle, bustle, bustle. Everyone’s eating. Packing knapsacks. Heading out the door.
Standing at the back door I wake for her to open it. For some reason I can’t begin to understand, while they have installed a handle on the screen door, they haven’t done the same for the back door, so I have to wait for assistance. You’d think they’d want to make it easier for me to come and go on my own! I don’t get it.
I poke my nose out. If it’s too cold or I can see that the grass is glittering and sparkling in the sun, I head back to the sofa for a nap. Better to let the sun rise a bit higher in the sky.
But once we’re out on our walk. Oh, it’s a treat! Leaves crunching with every step. And the scents. Woodsmoke. Freshly raked leaves. Newly uncovered earth. I can tell that deer, fox, birds, and squirrels have all visited the same spot. I sniff and sniff and for once, I’m not pulled along.
Then we run! Down the hills. Around the corners. I am filled with the need to move!
Back home my stomach grumbles for more food. A good long drink. And it’s time for a nap.
Perfect, perfect weather.
5 thoughts on “In My Own Voice # 17: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year”
I wish there were some way to tell them about that door.
Sigh, it’s a good life! It sounds lovely!
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Very sweet and evocative.
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