26 October, 2018 Friday
I woke to dim dark in the early morning and heard rain melody on the gutter organ, the pit pit pit on metal and the gentle swoosh through shoots channeling the draining off the roofline. Dim dark lightened ever so slow to dim light. The cloak of fog was covering the morning. My world was completely changed.
The pack stirred slowly. The Continent appeared beside me baring his incredible grin and I responded with a smile and a pat. Then rose to don my pajama pants and robe and old smelly slippers. Picked up the Duckle Boy who doesn’t stair and strode towards the downward path trailing Continent, Dragon, Wizard and The Zoi who all stood at the top of the stairs until I sent them down before me. Opened the big wooden door to stoop which framed the multicolored iridescent carpet of the evening fall of leaves. The yard was glowing with that inner light which bursts from colors in the aura of the fog. Quiet drizzle and swish of paws through leaves, the music of the moment.
Each tree became its own grand portrait in this shroud of aerated droplets. Such a breathtaking moment. Once again I wish for the march of season to freeze for just a little more time. So swift the aging shed revealing all the veins the trees reach with to the light.
The colors are rioting, they are screaming forth their light. The Rubies and the Golds, Oh, yes, the Golds. Louder and Louder, they push the saturation higher every moment until that last dance of twirling groundward dance to lie upon the sleeping grass. The day was full of ways the weather combs off feathers of last bright plumage before quiet time and cold and dim. Mistress Earth is molting. What a fine fine Bird she is.
I spoke with Zoi’s People Mama way across the World for quite a while as is our want. She is another SFAM for sure. Zoi’s brother who went to England had a Show and won The Sky and qualified for the Highest Show the Emerald Isle sports for those who Dog. We are so very pleased for his British Family who adore and dote on him. We named him Lord of Muck because he was quite spoilt for a time.
As a young young squirt he had a hurt which meant he had to pen for quite a time. My Zoi was his best friend amid the circus of the littermates and she did thrice break him out of Jail. My Zoi is a smart and loyal friend.
It was the time in month to sit with money and the bills. There is money in the till even after all’s been paid, thank you very much. then down to let The Corgiette out to play with Zoi in the highly piled leaves. Well, Corgiette took a bit to rev her little engine fire but once I stamped my foot at her and busted out a “WHHHEEEE” she took off like a heat seeking missile after Zoi. They almost knocked me down so I plastered up against a chair, fished out my phone, found video, and caught a bit of Zoom Zoom Zoom. It was a special kind of funny fine.
Tea was honeyed creamed and Earled.
Ta.
Tea With Me 