Will Wonders Never Cease?

Whoa! Did you see that? (Ritmo/Flickr/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Moral of the story: Apparently as you grows taller, you tend to look down the road for obstacles and dangers, often forgetting to pay attention the what is quietly right there.

Distance from the sole, means less grounded?

Not over looked by the slight, though.

So mesmerized by the sight, if I hadn’t had my hand on his shoulder, he would have never noticed his leg was stretched out completely over thin air…and he would have tumbled off the elevated walk, rolled down the bank, and into the lake.

Ducks.

Visiting ducks taking flight from the lake with much flapping of feathers and even a little ballet of webbed en pointe dancing across the water surface during lift off.

Hollywood Hank, our Siberian husky, was awestruck. Totally.

Previously no impressed by the dark lumps – maybe considering them floating rocks, logs, or something.

After duck departure, he turned with a look of complete wonder and joy on his face.

When you adopt a rescue dog, it’s always a challenge to wiggle out an understanding of their previous lives. 

We think Hank previously spent a lot of time in crates and indoors because he just just so overjoyed and overwhelmed at Spring. Each day’s walk full of new  – he acts a bit like a human toddler. Nothing goes unnoticed.

He now eagerly heads to the lake and the duck zone each dawn.

Ears straining for quacks.

Oddly enough, the migrating ducks seem to be amused by him. Or greatly appreciate his appreciation.

• One flock graciously flew about four feet over our heads one morning.
• Another group winged in and landed about six feet from us. Then one beautiful mallard marched back and forth across the front of the flock like a guard at Buckingham palace while the others preened, performed, and coyly showed off their lovely feathers. Hank was thrilled and sat quietly staring until they left. Then, of course, we had to go over and sniff where they had been. He grinned all the way home.

Tiny pale lavender flowers (© Image)

He’s also most observant of flowers growing wild along the path:

• The tallest being dandelions
• Pink primroses next in the flower height chorus line
• With rosy Texas stars mingling here and there – smugly feeling taller than
• The white globes of clover next to
• The smaller five petal yellow clover, who like the middle child, is happy standing a tiny bit taller than someone smaller:
• The miniature pale lavender flowers at ground level.

Hank loves them all – closely examining them with such intensity, you have to smile. Sometimes you forget just how grand things really are.

“Watch where you put that nose and those toes!” Petite Texas Star wildflowers.(© image)

Watching Hank’s absolute joy of Spring is hysterical.

Even rolling on his back in the backyard grass kicking his feet in the air seems new and exciting to him.

The wonders never cease.

What’s down the road will still be there down the road, and we’ll get there eventually, but, now, time enough to notice what is quietly close and underfoot.

Ducking out here and wondering what blooms around the corner

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

(Production note: apologies for being MIA with blogging/commenting right now. A bit of overload/overwhelm during another round of treatment for Sr. Staff – some success but fight goes on with that. Creativity, wit, crazy distracting stories, humor, and energy must flow in that direction right now. Appreciative of readers’ patience and understanding right now. Onward with heart, sole, and grins! Get out there and find some smiles…borrow a 3 year old human if necessary – that should be enlightening and energizing. Thanks and Hasta later.)

“In my dreams I can fly.” (© image)

 

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