Tentative Steps

My old friend, my doggie, takes careful tentative steps, as she sniffs deeply (snorts really) to loosen the secrets held in the dirt, grass and weeds. If something lies below that might be really interesting, she’ll root it out. Underfoot is a carpet of new shoots of rye grass, lured into growth by a few inches of rain, and stiff brown stems from last year’s mustard plants who are still holding onto the ground, vying for a second chance. Although it means very little to her, Lucky will soon brush the blossom of a Bristly Ox Tongue with her muzzle and the flower will dance. Her delicate steps will start a wave of rustling and swinging. To one who notices these things, it will be an unrehearsed movement of life. She is passing through and in doing so, creating cause and effect.

What a philosophical dog!

Lucky is her name and she is a lucky one who is still loved and cuddled. She is old, blind, usually slow, and treasured. She loves to sleep in the sunshine or on a warm bit of carpet inside when I am nearby. She is a loyal companion for one who wanders, and wonders about life. She will gladly sit beside me or lie down at my feet. Her favorite time is meal time and she loves treats that are offered to her, but she no longer can see her mistress’ fingers and so she nips at them when they hold a morsel enticingly close.

I am thankful that she took this little walk with me through the weeds and made them dance.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!

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