I slip over the black in expert-tied boots chasing Daddy's red shirt into the darkness and see a whole new world.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Just like a little kid
Recent discovery worth noting: Cats don't like Bailey's. Not even Bailey's with a little milk thrown in. Though I will give Jazz (my cat) credit. He did at least try the mixture. Then he just gave me a dirty look and walked away. Oh well. -Jn
I write. I study. I read. I can. I plant. I grow. I hunt. I create. I change. I map. I travel. I persist.
I treasure snapshots of existence like the scent of bruised tomato plants in high summer heat, the trill of toads accented by peepers, the rhythm of rain on bare arms, and the sight of clouds being born of a mountain stream.