Riley’s tongue merged with my lips in this photo (his intention surely), and my lips are not a threat to Angela Jolie, I promise you, but you get the picture. I’ve mentioned elsewhere that I live on a small farm in North Florida that is over-run with 80-90 lb. rescue dogs (my niece is an ASPCA vet in Jacksonville, and I the repository for her guilt at not being able to find the perfect home for every huge canine that won’t fit into a box or a drawer). I have horses too. We also are swamped with wildlife fleeing developers/development. It’s a lively place.
Sometimes it’s difficult to find a place to read or write. But life first, right?
In this photo I’d fled to the front porch to put the final touches on a forthcoming short story, but no place is safe here from the interruptions of animal adventurers or paramours (cf. Riley, above).
Yesterday I had twelve wild turkeys in my horse pasture doddering around. The horses barely noticed.
It’s all too wonderful even though a pain in the neck a lot of the time.
Isn’t that life, though?
Where was I? Back to work!