I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Sunday, July 22, 2012
You might remember this rooster from a post last winter.
He loved me then and he loves me still.
Today he danced a jig for me.
He is quite good don't you think? All that head and hip action?
It was at least 100F out and he never broke a sweat.
I love that he loves me.
Do you think we should go to therapy as a couple?