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For Cellpic Sunday
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For the Lens Artists Challenge #330
The day of my garden tour, my next door neighbor David offered to play host to my three doggies, knowing they would wreak havoc on the garden party, for sure, just due to their over-enthusiasm in greeting new guests.
Surprisingly, I heard not a bark from next door as new guests arrived with regularity between the hours of 11 and 3, and the next day, when David sent me these photos taken during his playdate with my three kids, I could see why. They seem to have had a wonderful and active day with their Uncle David!!! I thank him for that.
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Images by David Bershad
For Last on the Card
The day Annie died, Pasiano buried her in front of the peanut terrace wrapped up in her favorite rug with her pull toy and one of my shoes. I was working on a blog chronicling all the places she had carried my shoes to in the brief time she was with us. Seemed fitting for her to get to take one with her. The next day Pasiano and Yolanda and I walked up the dry river bed of the arroyo a block from my house and found these stones. On Wednesday I went flower shopping and arranged the flowers. On Friday, Pasiano planted them and yesterday and today I culled succulents from other plots to complete the planting. The peanut terrace behind her spot has room for two chairs and a small table. It is in the shade of the huge pistachio tree that I planted as a sapling 15 years ago or more. It is a good spot for us to come and visit her. It is the spot where I’d had Pasiano dig up a tree that was getting too big and growing up through the limbs of the pistachio. Although we planted it with grass, for some reason it never quite took hold, perhaps because the dogs loved to dig there. Zoe and Annie chose it as their favorite wrestling spot and would come up covered with dirt and leaves. It seemed just the right place. R.I.P. Annie.
For Cee’s FOTD
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Summer in the meadows under shelter of tall grass—
in our youth we never dreamed that it could pass.
We had it firmly tethered so it could not slip away.
It curled in loosened coils around us as we lay.
Oh, tomorrow, wrapped up in today.
We never know the dreams we’ll lose along the way
For the Cosmic Photo Challenge: Down in the Grass
I know, once again my number of photos is excessive. Just take into account that they have been culled from 14,290 photos labeled “grass” in my photos file..Excuses, excuses. The poem is an excerpt from a poem I published years ago named “Desire.”
You must wonder why after so many posts on Annie, I have suddenly not mentioned her at all. Thanks to Forgottenman, you probably already know that she passed away yesterday and I really appreciate all who have expressed sympathy for Annie’s death. Later I would like to do some further posts revealing her last adventures, but I’m not ready right now to do so.
R.I.P. Sweet Annie.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 