Sunlit tree bark
Pressed green cedar lace
Oyster pink blossoms, curving
around bees’ bottoms
Brown eyes soft, loosening
Once guarded secrets,
His mouth,
brimful of humour
The world is new again
And small.
I like it.
A new world
Snow Den
January 15, 2020.
Sami would happily stay out in the snow all day. Maybe he’s got some husky in him.
It’s Samson’s Birthday!
Me: It’s Sami’s 18 months old birthday! A whole year and a half! It’s his day to sniff and play and enjoy whatever he likes!
Husband: So many birthdays… didn’t we just celebrate 17 months a month ago?
Me: They don’t live as long as us.
Husband: Then at least seven birthdays a year are required.
Me: Thank you dear. 😉
Bravado
In time,
I will conquer it all.
Just now, let me conquer your heart.
I am learning
The ways of the world,
Let me grow,
Slowly.
Sami at seventeen…
months.
He looking at the light of his life, in both photos. And no, that’s not me. I’m a close second though. Especially if I have chicken.
I was not!
…rolling in raccoon shit. You always think that I’ve been rolling in raccoon shit, even when I haven’t been.
Don’t trust me? 
No.
