Tuesday, April 27, 2010

April

Yesterday I met an old couple walking their dog around Lake Temescal. Once black, the dog was now grizzled and gray, and his muzzle was pure white. He's nineteen years old, they told me, looking at him with love in their eyes, walking slowly to match their pace with his. A little further on I saw a mother coot with four newly hatched chicks, impossibly tiny and fragile, bobbing on the surface of the water. How do they survive, I wondered. How does anything survive? And today the spring rain is softly falling, falling as softly as a caress.

7 comments:

farmlady said...

This is my kind of post. It's just lovely.
Life is about the changing seasons and age..., and love..., and acceptance of what is. This post expresses this beautifully.
Thank you....

smartz said...

So glad to see your post in my list today. Your writing always cheers and inspires me.

Querulous Squirrel said...

This imagery is so beautiful, like a haiku, as is the accompanying pastel. Do you know the person who made it?

Quonset Hut said...

Beautiful post, Tai. Loved it.

Inspired by your admonitions to post more about bees, I went ahead and created a new blog dedicated to bees and the art of counting them:
http://beecount.blogspot.com/2010/04/birds-and-bees.html

Tai said...

Bravo, Sarah! Love the new blog and look forward to vicariously participating in all your bee- and bird-related adventures.

Hi Squirrel, the artist is Warren Dreher, a Bay Area landscape painter.

Smartz, thank you, I'm so glad to hear it.

Farmlady, that's so true. I have to remind myself daily that life is all about the changing seasons. Thank you.

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Beautiful. Though it made me think of my grizzled and (turning) gray, sweet dog, Spooky, and it stung my heart.
I think I walked around Lake Temescal many years ago.

Tai said...

Oh, Farmgirl, the love we have for our old dogs...can anything be more bittersweet?