There's a lesson for you: Keep putting one foot in front of the other!
Life goes on. Life gets better!
Today . . . well, actually, yesterday . . . my consciousness was all about how beautiful our little world is up here on the hill.
The peonies bloomed...
The animals frolicked and played and generally acted far younger than their fourteen- (MiMau) and fifteen-year-old (Max and Angus) selves. MiMau had a FRAP (Frenetic Random Act of Play) , chasing her own tail...
...and then collected herself and her dignity for a bit of grooming.
She lolled prettily on the stone wall...
...and then went off to do some hunting.
Two days ago she brought home a half-grown bunny and left it on the front walk, one efficient puncture wound at the base of its skull. I disposed of the corpse, flinging it off into the hay adjoining the mown yard, leaving her wondering why nobody eats all this good food that she brings home.
The boyz, apricot Maxwell Seamus and black Angus Finbar, poodled around the peony plant......and sauntered back over to partake of their supper al fresco. After that, Angus stood in the doorway to the house and barked one bark every thirty seconds: it was time for me to come inside so we could all cuddle on the couch as is our evening habit. I withstood his harassment until almost dusk, finally succumbing only because, I told myself, I was getting too cool outdoors.
I hate to come indoors, I hate to go to sleep these spring days. It's all so beautiful and it all feels so good all over, that I don't want to give up a single conscious moment.