There's a hill near my home where wildflowers grow rampid. And as I ventured to the top the other day I was greeted with a hundred smiling faces of small dainty cankeroot flowers. Their white little petals reached out in a joyful embrace of the suns rays. They were happily dancing in the breeze, tickling my barefeet as I sat and watched the river below. It was beatiful, solumn, and filled with the upmost joy of little blooms.
The Most Perfect Weather
It's rare to hear the roll of distant thunder. Our tundra land will be struck by lightening only once or twice a year. So when the past two days blessed my ears with sunny morning and rolling clouds of thunder to cool the afternoon- I have found utter perfection in the weather. The bright sun awakens me- along with the loving whines from Coho outside my window. I spend the morning dancing the radio and cleaning. And then the clouds dim the sun and little rainpours bless my worked skin. I sit outside with Coho on the porch. She's too dainty to enjoy the rain- so she sits inside, while I let myself find a free shower beyond the doorway. It's the perfect way to spend an afternoon. I really couldn't imagine a better 12 hours awake.
High On Stream Waters
Coho and I spend many hours together now that she is mine. Today we ventured into the thick timber of willow and alder in my backyard. There's this beautiful creek filled with small waterfalls leading into the deeper part of the trees. Coho walks in the water while I trail the muddy sides in my white boots. Her paws, also white, find cleanliness- while my white boots seem to only find dirt. But I've always enjoyed staying un-clean, and the fresh air enlightens my body in a way no bathtub could. It was such a lovely walk. We spent a half hour or so exploring through broken brush and new-leafed trees. The sound of the water could clear a mind more than any therapist's prescriptions. I've felt sad numerous times in my life, but the solumn sweet greeting of a slow-flowing stream has always been the friend that lifted me back up. I wasn't sad today, but just the act of being in the company of the water escalated my mood to a truly natural high.
Wind On Wood Walls
The sun is finally warming the landscape enough to open the windows. In fact, his firey warmth has heated it so much that opening the windows is a necessity- not a choice. But nevertheless, the rush of cool air drifting through wooden walls is such a pleasure. I've found motivation to wash my neverending stack of dishes. For the first time in quite a while my small kitchen area has enough space to set a cookie sheet. The lace curtains are pulled outward by the currents and then let loose to tickle the windowpane with their slow relax of the fabric. The air smells of baby grass and damp ground. It's one of those moments where the day has left you no room to feel the littlest bit of sadness.
A June 13th Miracle!
Today is June 13th 2012, a day I want to remember for the rest of my life. Today little miss Riley officially became adopted by me. The girl who owned her brought her over and asked if I wanted to keep her. She said as long as I kept calling her Coho I could have her, as she couldn't take care of her anymore. And I said... well I said no- because my landlord won't let me. But after some thought I said 'screw the landlord' and took her for my own. So Coho is officially mine. She has a brand new huge dog house, a big tub of fresh water, a huge pile of dogfood and treats ready for her disposal. A 15 foot chain and a collar will be temporary for her when I'm not outside. This will prevent the police from shooting her as pest control. But when I'm out she'll be off and by my side. I can't stop smiling. I can't stop smiling. I had to say it twice, just so you realize how amazing today is for me. It's a miracle. An amazing twist of fate. And it... well it happened to me and Coho. And my life just feels like everything is falling into place.
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