Today, probably by about 9 p.m., I should top 25,000 words on my NaNoWriMo novel--halfway home, three days ahead of schedule. As one of the privileged two or three who read this blog on a regular basis, you're most welcome to check it out the latest installments. Just scroll down and look for the link under "Websites and Blogs a Blind Dog Would Love." And if you know me beyond this blog, as always, please realize this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is ENTIRELY coincidental. (That's legalese for "Don't read too much into a character that strangely resembles you." ;-) )
In the meantime, another DiDi story. Didn't I promise one of those?
This is our first fall without DiDi. The back yard is slowly recuperating. Grass and weeds have pretty much filled in the ruts she made between the gates, and between the fence posts at the rock garden in back. Every year, rather than give them to the fair City of Olathe, I mulch our leaves--all 326 billion of them, over four weeks--and put them in the rock garden to naturally rot and create soil in the winter. Now that DiDi's gone I can plant some flowers in her memory, and I know they'll grow like no one's business.
For her, though, the leaves were simply another comfy bed. She loved to go lay in them as soon as I put them in the rock garden. And she played in leaf piles like a hyperactive child, smashing into them and making them fly. A real child playing in the leaves might find himself surprised by a suddenly impacting object with a cold wet nose.
DiDi was always more relaxed in the fall than at any other time of year. I think it's because she had a natural release for all that pent up energy threatening to make her spontaneously combust at any time.
Any suggestions for flowers to plant that would memorialize a dog? You have the picture to the right for inspiration. Thanks in advance!
In the meantime, another DiDi story. Didn't I promise one of those?
This is our first fall without DiDi. The back yard is slowly recuperating. Grass and weeds have pretty much filled in the ruts she made between the gates, and between the fence posts at the rock garden in back. Every year, rather than give them to the fair City of Olathe, I mulch our leaves--all 326 billion of them, over four weeks--and put them in the rock garden to naturally rot and create soil in the winter. Now that DiDi's gone I can plant some flowers in her memory, and I know they'll grow like no one's business.
For her, though, the leaves were simply another comfy bed. She loved to go lay in them as soon as I put them in the rock garden. And she played in leaf piles like a hyperactive child, smashing into them and making them fly. A real child playing in the leaves might find himself surprised by a suddenly impacting object with a cold wet nose.
DiDi was always more relaxed in the fall than at any other time of year. I think it's because she had a natural release for all that pent up energy threatening to make her spontaneously combust at any time.
Any suggestions for flowers to plant that would memorialize a dog? You have the picture to the right for inspiration. Thanks in advance!
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