summer memory revisited

[babaruss]

<center>Walking the dogs down the lane, waiting for Misty to catch up</center><center> (her hips are weak, but her spirits are strong).</center><center> Tipper’s way up ahead and</center> <center>has to double back, putting in three times the distance as the rest of us.</center> <center>The road is hot, sticky beneath our feet, the smell of asphalt mixes</center> <center>with sweet pea and fir, creating the strangest blend of perfume.</center> <center>The dogs pause often to practice the time honored tradition of sniff,</center> <center>scratch, and pee.</center><center>Vegetable and flower gardens magically appear, between fir and oaks</center> <center>A little further on down the lane, a pot of red geraniums vie with</center> <center>golden poppies for attention, and win hands down.</center> <center>The road stretches downward.... a dust covered black snake,</center> <center>slithering into it's cool green hole.</center> <center>The hair-pin turn seen through the trees signals the steep incline is coming up.</center> <center>Young birds overshooting limbs, crash land in the brush.</center> <center>After a moment of balancing, (and ruffled recovery) they are airborne again.</center><center>Misty’s tongue hangs from her mouth as the walk takes its toll.</center> <center>Panting and puffing, we pause for a rest (while Tipper runs off again).</center> <center>Young birds learning while our tired muscles are burning. </center> <center>As the three of us....that's two old dogs and one young dog, head up the hill for home.
Russ


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