Rainy Mondays are perfect for daydreaming. Did you know that? Well... now you do. Some people view daydreams as a waste of time. I say that every dream starts as a daydream. You think about where you'd like to be. What's you'd rather be doing than sitting behind a desk staring out a large pair of windows into a back yard where your garden will be and where your Siberian Husky digs trenches in the yard trying to catch the mole that torments her.
Daydreaming for just long enough to notice the one purple bearded iris that is starting to open up. The yellow dandelions dotting the dark green grass like a field of wildflowers. (Grrr!) And watching the squirrels perform their high wire tricks on the electrical line with more grace and ease than the tight rope walkers at the circus. It's been an interesting and active afternoon in our back yard today.
|I miss you my Beasty. :(|
I've been trying to write today but it's not working as well as I would like. So, I have to get back to it.
I'll see you tomorrow... or you'll see me. I'm not really sure how that works yet.