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February 27, 2006
doggerel bantering in the clover
I think my days have compressed. We joined a gym nearby, where a friend of mine teaches yoga, and I've found myself going there in the evenings on a daily basis. This, in itself, is a good thing. But it cuts into my writing time. Fortunately, however, we still find time to paint.
We rode down to the lake today. There were hints that March winds were about to blow, that it was on the horizon. I brought a crinkly nylon kite and let Ford have his first go at flying solo. But his eyes were reddish, and snot dangled from his nose, quivering in the breeze. I didn't have kleenex, so my shirt sufficed. Dogs galloped in arcs around us, hollow barks ran through the canyon. I discovered that my children have become afraid of dogs since we sent ours to grandma. Ford cried when a yellow lab pup jumped up and licked him, bumping Ford's lip and making it bleed. Then there was bloody drool dangling in the breeze, suspended, as Chas shrieked like an alarmed chimpanzee.
Clover is everywhere. The sweet smell reminds me of baseball and bee stings, afternoons napping in the sunny infirmary with a swollen hand resting on my chest.
Posted by Steph at February 27, 2006 11:50 AM
Comments
Our yard is a SEA of clover...and this stuff blooms yellow flowers...new to us...
Posted by: Marilyn at February 28, 2006 11:43 AM
Wow, that last picture makes me wish I were there. Spring. Clover. MMMM... I hope that Ford's lip is already better... kids go through so many phases, he'll probably outgrow his fear by the time your dogs come back to live with you (if they do).
Posted by: christina at March 1, 2006 01:10 AM