Oh the morning….. delicate moss and green grass gather in bunches and mounds about the base…. the foot of an oak tree…. a soft place to lay down if i were small…..
And a man walks by my house with his dog as he does every morning at this hour. The dog appears to have gotten a haircut. And he leads this fussed up and groomed little pooch as if nothing has changed…. I find this incredibly funny, but do not laugh out loud….. I merely chuckle to myself and keep breathing……… what a sign.