Since I posted a picture of Lucy yesterday, I thought that it was only fair to plaster Dexter up here today. He is a very handsome young man and very photogenic, as you can see. He's got the greatest ears. They are floppy and very expressive. You can always tell what kind of mood he's in depending on what position his ears hang out in.
It's toasty out there this afternoon. I just got back from walking Dexter, Lucy and my mom's dog Bella. We walked fast to dodge the mosquitos and worked up a sweat in the meantime. It was awesome out walking as well because all of the lilacs lining the roads are in full bloom and smell absolutely ridiculous. In a good way of course.
Before I get to the poem of the day, I would like to wish my friend Megan a very happy birthday. Sweet 17!! It was one of my personal favorite years for a multitude of reasons. I hope that her 17 treats her as well as mine treated me.
On that note, and because of the humidity in the air:
August Hay
Hay chaff floats
in August air
thick as corn chowder.
No one has killed a spider in weeks
for fear of bringing on the rain.
Swallows are flying low
and the clouds are skipping our way.
Fifty more bales
lay like innocent sheep spun from sugar
in concentric circles around the field.
A glance is exchanged
the tractor shifted up a gear
and in silence we jog beside the old
wooden trailer
hurling bales
into a haphazard mound
trying to beat the torrent.
the cuteness factor of the last couple of blogs is unacceptable. i cannot handle it. stop.
ReplyDeleteAnother thing you and I have in common! :) Cuteness and dog love!
ReplyDeleteAwww thanks!!! I did have a good birthday and I'm def hoping that this year will be better than 16 (not that is was bad!)
ReplyDeleteI really dig the colloquialism and superstition (spelling?) in the first 2 stanzas of this one. It really has that dog days of summer New England feel.
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