This morning is the sort which makes you smile. The air is cool from last night, the leaves, blown by the strong wind, are rustling as they sway, the sun is bright and the blue sky is deep and beautiful. The dogs have been running in the yard, coming in only for their sips of coffee and a bit of toast with peanut butter. I'll be out and about today with a stop at the dump and another at Agway for pet food and some mums.
The clematis spread across the front fence is filled with buds and a few flowers, the first to bloom. The pine tree by the front garden also has clematis laden with buds. It has climbed half-way up the tree trunk. Every day I check for more flowers and can barely wait until the fence and the tree are draped in white.
Miss Nala scared me this morning. I called her, but she didn't come. I went on the deck and called. No Nala. I went into the yard and didn't see her. I knew she couldn't get out of the yard, but she scared me nonetheless. I decided to check the house and noticed the open gate to Jack's room. She was there. She got in but couldn't get out. The food was all gone. She wagged her stub of a tail at me, but I was having none of it. Poor Jack was hiding and wouldn't come out from his hiding spot which I suspect was under one of the beds. I filled his dishes again. That dog is an endless pit.
In Ghana, in Bolga, this is still the rainy season. The millet is so high you can't see beyond the first rows along the dirt roads. Everything is green, the wild grass, the leaves of the trees and the crops surrounding the compounds. It rains every day. When I went back to Bolga, I'd sit at a table in the hotel's outside restaurant and watch the rain. It was my favorite place to sit and watch and listen as the rain fell on the roof above my head.
I learned early on, during training, that rain never interferes with daily life. I'd shop on market days even in the rain. I never saw a puddle. The ground sucked up the rain. I never saw anyone carrying an umbrella. The rain was welcomed. The rain was a blessing.
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